Leila rushed to Jacob's side, then signaled her bodyguards. They grabbed me and threw me back.
"Rick, stop it!"
"What's the matter? You can toy with people, but no one's allowed to push back?"
I glared at Leila, my eyes burning. The Galloway family had rocketed to the top of the wealth rankings in just three years—and I was the reason why.
I'd used my family's influence to clear every obstacle in their path. Even the underground players who wanted to cause trouble for the Galloways backed off when they learned I was involved.
Tonight was supposed to be different. On my birthday, I'd planned to finally tell Leila the truth—that I wasn't some nobody.
I was the heir to the most powerful of Northport's four great families.
I'd planned to bring her home to meet my parents. I never imagined someone's heart could change this fast.
I'd misjudged her. Overestimated who she really was.
"Leila. You really want me to walk out of here humiliated?"
She let out a cold laugh. "What did you think? That I set all this up just for show?"
Jacob, emboldened by the bodyguards, swung his fist into my face. "Listen up, Dickerson. You've got two options. One: you can't pay, and they haul you off to jail. Two: you get down on all fours with that steak in your mouth and crawl out of here barking like a dog."
"Oh, and here's the difference—option one, you leave naked. Option two, you keep your clothes but lose your dignity." He laughed. "Come on, pick already. I'm getting impatient."
Dozens of eyes watched me like I was the evening's entertainment. My fists clenched until my knuckles went white. I looked at Leila without a trace of emotion.
"Fine. Since this is what you've chosen, when Galloway Group goes bankrupt, that's on you."
The words had barely left my mouth before Jacob burst out laughing, and the whole room joined in.
"Ha! Did you hear that?"
"Has this guy been reading too many romance novels? Does he think he's some secret billionaire?"
"He's lost his mind."
Leila's eyes blazed with fury. She thought I was bluffing too.
She grabbed a plate of food and hurled it at me. "Stop talking big. You're going to bankrupt my family? You think you have that kind of power?"
"Worry about your own problems!"