KILLIAN’S POV
Walking into the Forest Park foyer, the six mafia families all looked unexpectedly surprised to see me.
“Greetings, everyone.” I forced a fake smile at them.
“Chairman Killian, you should have informed us prior that you were coming.” One of the Elders pulled my hand in hers.
“Then it would not have been a surprise. I hope we can relax and have some fun today. The sun seems to be in our favor.”
“Thank you, Chairman Killian, for making the time to come to this event. There had been a lot of murmurs after the exile of Nemesio. But you being here has assured us that you care about us.”
“What gave you that idea?” I raised my eyebrows.
“Just the mumbling of the members. Plus, there is a lot of news about your relationship with the new head of the CIA.” The end of her sentence was hushed.