What did they all see in this proud cousin of hers? Sabrina wondered, wounded when her eyes caught the tightening of Noah's hands around Gianna's waist, as if reinstating what he had said earlier, that they would have him to contend with if they had touched anything that belonged to Gianna.
Which they had. So, what would happen then? Would he cut them down? How much power did he have?
She believed enough—well, at least more than her father—for him to fork off a hundred million just for some old necklace, just for her ugly cousin.
But her father had connections… real connections… which Noah didn't have.
She noted the impatience humming behind her, and bit back a cuss, her jaw tightening slightly.
Connections could be bought. She surmised, remembering they were holding the line; Noah's act had brought to him all the connections he would ever need in this city.
