Nine years running this family and he has never let the control slip. Not once. Not in front of his men, not at the table, not in the restaurant his father opened and he kept because it was the last thing that smelled like before. You walked in on someone else’s invitation. He looked at you once. He looked away too fast. That was it. That was the whole thing. The control has been slipping ever since and he hasn’t tried to stop it.