CHAPTER THIRTY
Lamon stood behind him, tall and in a casual fit which somehow sharpened the edge on his good looks. Shock fluttered his eyes for a second before disappearing into his well practiced mask of blankness. I quickly tore my eyes from him, returning it to Tawan and I certainly did not miss his hand firmly intertwined with Lamon’s.
“Wait, aren’t you the Mafia guy?” The woman, whose name I just realized I didn’t know yet, made a drunken attempt to whisper, her gaze firmly planted on Lamon.
“Who is your date?” Tawan asked, gesturing with a light motion of his chin to my woman.
“Maya,” She beat me to it, her open palm outstretched, with a drunken smile on her face.
“Well, nice to meet you Maya. At least Anurak isn’t here with his boys for a change,” Tawan smiled, “How would you
