Page 65 of My Mafia Daddy


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What do I do?

I’m obviously not going to go out there on the attack, but I also need to have to keep one eye open. I will have to make sure that Emma doesn’t do anything crazy.

She doesn’t even know that her family is in the country yet, and now I don’t know if I should tell her because that might lead to a bullet in my brain.

Fuck, this just got a hundred times more complicated.

SEVENTEEN

EMMA

Oh wow.

It’s been such a long time since I’ve been home.

Not just in my New York apartment,homehome.

I inhale deeply, breathing Ireland in, instantly smelling my father’s Sunday roast cooking in the kitchen.

My stomach growls, but I’m not headed into the family room just yet.

I haven’t been here for so long… I just want to explore.

I walk up the stairs, running my fingers over the family photos as I do. I’ve passed these pictures a million times and never really taken much notice of them, but now everything is different. Now all I want to do is study them, to remember everything.

Cillian.

My oldest brother, the sternest guy I have ever met. He really takes after my father in every single way. But I have always felt safe around him.

Loch.

We were never close. He was one of my biggest tormentors, but also my biggest defender whenever I had any trouble in school. I looked up to him, whether I wanted to or not.

Keegan.

I smile when I think about Keegan; Patrick’s younger twin by a minute. About when he became the target of our other brothers, and it was up to me to defend him for a change. Nowadays though, I have heard terrible stories about what he does in the mob.

I can’t even begin to imagine.

I don’t want to. I would much prefer to think of him all sweet, like this.

Fionn.

I sigh heavily. Fionn has such a great brain, he could have gotten out of the family business and done something else with his life as well.

But he didn’t.

He wanted to stay and fit in.

I see a photo of my mother and father, looking more in love than any other couple I have ever seen. Before Mom passed away, that is. This, next to a family photo reminds me of everything good. Everything that we used to stand for when we were young, and I thought our family life was normal.

We have had some incredible times.

There has been a lot of love.

If crime wasn’t a part of our life, I wonder what life could have been like…

With a smile playing on my lips, I head down to the kitchen, eager to see everyone now. I know I’ve been avoiding everyone, but things have changed now. I need to see their faces.

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