Julian arrived at the airport right on time to pick up the rest of the family. He stood near the entrance with his hands in his coat pockets.
He had been sent ahead a few days ago to inform Luca that a relative of theirs was getting married in New York, a flash marriage sort of.
The kind of sudden wedding that usually meant one of two things in their world—either a political alliance needed sealing quickly, or someone had gotten themselves into trouble that required immediate fixing.
Julian didn't particularly care which it was.
Family events in the Genovese circle were rarely about romance.
He glanced briefly at his watch.
Because while the rest of the family believed he had simply come ahead to deliver a message to Luca…
Julian had used those extra days for something else entirely. Information. Observation. Preparation.
