Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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Chapter 29 – Something in the Air–1

Tristin turns her eyes to me as soon as I am seated, the baby in her lap looking up at me curiously. “Hello, Fay,” she says, her face cold. But hey, at least she’s talking to me.

“Hi,” I say, giving her as bright a smile as I can manage. Romulus peaks around her to give me a happy wave, which I

return.

My father, on Romulus‘ other side, turns to me as well. “We wanted to apologize, Fay, as a family. For the events at our house yesterday.”

“Oh, please,” I say, waving a hand to dismiss it. “Don’t worry about it. I understand that it’s…awkward. That I’m sort of a new addition, and that I screwed up some of your plans. I’m…sorry about that, by the way.” I look into Tristin’s face as I say it.

“Not a new addition, Fay,” my father says, looking at me steadily. “A love one returned to us after a long parting.”

“Yes,” Tristin says, her voice low and rehearsed. “You are a member of this family.” Her eyes flick to Kent and Daniel then, and I wonder why.

The rest of the dinner proceeds a little blandly. The food is good, the chitchat a little dull. I get a lot of family history, then, with Alden showing me pictures of my grandparents and telling me about their journey to America from Italy.

I look at the old photos curiously tria

quickly at Kent and Daniel – with their dark skin, thick black hair, and roman noses, they look Italian.

“Thank you so much for showing me these,” I say to Alden,

handing the pictures back to him. “I’m learning so much about myself these days.”

says, giving

a DJ comes out and begins playing the oldies that this crowd apparently favors – lots of Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin. It’s not a bad time, overall – even Daniel is laughing

having a poor time – or, at least, not a good one. He’s very stern, always glancing around the room, looking over everyone who comes to say hello. I purse my lips, considering him as he looks critically over an old woman who introduced herself as my great aunt. Does

him and turns his attention to

without words, to try to loosen up and have a

Kent stands to go with me,

just going to the bar for a glass of wine.” I

back in a

then settles back in his chair. “I’ll be right here,” he says. I

the bar chatting. They raise their glasses to me as I sidle

cousin,” a tall guy with closely–cut black hair and broad

the bartender who hands me a glass of wine. “Um,

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Something in the

laughing. “I’m Michael, this is Chris,” he says, indicating the slightly smaller version

raising my brows. “Wow, it’s

slurred – not sloppy, but I can tell she’s had a couple of drinks. “We’re second cousins! Your dad is our mom’s cousin, which means,” she

say, taking a sip from my glass. “Um,

the family I was adopted into – we didn’t pay a lot of attention to that sort of thing. So to find out I

be a lot, to go from nothing into a big Italian family like

you, though!” Amy says with a big smile.

Baby Fay

then, nudging her

her fingers to her mouth. She rushes to continue, then, trying to move the conversation on. “Yeah, anyway, I remember you when you were so little on the

I say, putting out a hand to stop