Chapter 147

The night of the ballet, Poppy had pulled on a floor-length sheath column gown with a designed attached caped back. Back in Chicago, she had talked Jaxson into leaving her alone long enough to visit her shop, which surprisingly was going fine. At least she had that to hold onto. In the back of her mind was looming Roman's upcoming memorial/funeral, and she wanted to be anywhere than this horrible event.

Jaxon wasn't a smart man, so his big mouth and boasting had given way to almost every vile thing he had done, except for admitting Roman's death. He claimed it was other rival crime syndicates who were out for him. Being a crime boss, Poppy thought that may have well been true, especially since Roman was working so hard to go legit. That meant the loss of money for not only the five families but their past business connections as well.