He made a point of blowing the smoke right in my face. That smug expression pushed me over the edge—my hand shot up before I could stop it, and suddenly the table was a mess of scattered dishes and broken glass.
Leila rushed to Jacob's side, then signaled her bodyguards. They grabbed me and threw me back.
"Rick, stop it!"
"What's the matter? You can toy with people, but no one's allowed to push back?"
I glared at Leila, my eyes burning. The Galloway family had rocketed to the top of the wealth rankings in just three years—and I was the reason why.
I'd used my family's influence to clear every obstacle in their path. Even the underground players who wanted to cause trouble for the Galloways backed off when they learned I was involved.
Tonight was supposed to be different. On my birthday, I'd planned to finally tell Leila the truth—that I wasn't some nobody.
I was the heir to the most powerful of Northport's four great families.
I'd planned to bring her home to meet my parents. I never imagined someone's heart could change this fast.
I'd misjudged her. Overestimated who she really was.
"Leila. You really want me to walk out of here humiliated?"