Giovani.
Everything was going according to plan, and I was beyond happy. There I stood, as James’s best man, wearing a soft smile and my best tuxedo. So many happenings lately landed on my plate, but like I promised James, I took care of them all.
As I looked at my cousin, I felt a warmth in my chest. I genuinely wanted him to be happy. The responsibility of the Don couldn’t be easy to balance with a growing family. I wasn’t greedy or power-hungry. In fact, the prospect of the Don was daunting.
However, I had a feeling James may ask me to take over at some point. I would be there for him if he ever made that decision. For now, I needed to make sure this wedding went as smoothly as possible.
Some of James’s old ‘friends’ wanted to ensure this wedding was less than savory for him. I couldn’t let that happen. I smiled kindly at the butler, my ‘friend,’ as he passed by and turned to acknowledge me. “Sir,” he grumbled. “I don’t know why Becca would choose James.”
