Chapter 117 I Love Your Daughter Godfather

“Come along, dear,” Mom says to Xander, ignoring Dad outright. “Would you care for a pot of tea? Maybe a soda?”

“A glass of water would be great.”

“Wait a damn minute!” Dad exclaims.

Mom waves a hand dismissively. “You can wait, Lion. Calm down a bit before you join us, okay?”

In moments like these, I remember how cool my mother can be. Dad may be a hard, cold, badass where the Mafia is concerned, but it takes one hell of a woman to tame him.

With a shaky breath, I take Xander’s hand and guide him in. Here goes nothing.

In the entire history of awkward family dinners, I’m pretty sure this one takes the cake.

Dad has his gun on the dining table in clear view, a threat. Cassandra and Alessandro sit on either side of Xander and me, glancing at each other uncomfortably like they’re both waiting for the shooting to start. Mom serves dinner with a small, reserved smile, doing her best to move things along. Bless her for trying, but it’s really not working.

I’m not sure who’s angrier at who