Sinful Daughter: A mafia Romance by Emily Bowie

Author:Emily Bowie [Bowie, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, romance
Publisher: Emily Bowie
Published: 2021-06-22T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 19

Our house is bursting with people as everyone celebrates Marco’s return. When one of us gets out of jail, there is always a party. It’s because you’ve done some hard time in years, not a couple of months. Marco is walking around with all smiles. I suppose being an accountant doesn’t make you hardened for jail. I watch my father shake his hand, giving him a cigar while they stand in front of our large fireplace.

My father has organized a nice little party with our family, closest friends, and a few important associates. My mother is playing hostess of the year. Gia is off with her someday-husband, Alfonso. Luna is talking to a few of the associates, and Katrina is probably smoking a joint somewhere. But like most times, I can’t seem to find her anywhere. Lori is like family, and she’s here helping my mom, while Nicoli the Great is being greeted like the king he is.

“What’s with the frown?” my brother asks, looking toward my father and Marco.

“I don’t get it.” I turn to him. “How do people marry someone they have zero interest in, then magically fall in love?”

His wife Aly comes up to him, placing her arm around his side, and he kisses her. “I wouldn’t know,” Luca responds.

“How do you not know? You two hated each other. You kidnapped Aly.” I stress my point. I saw how they looked at each other. They wanted to rip each other’s eyes out.

My brother’s lips curl into a cocky grin, and Aly giggles. “Here’s the thing; sometimes love can be disguised as hate.”

“So, there’s no hope for me?”

“Give him a chance, Aria.” My brother sighs, attempting to give me a comforting smile.

And who does my mind instantly go to? A specific cop instead. I can feel my face twist with a frown as I watch Marco kiss ass to my father.

“I don’t understand why you’re fighting this so much,” Katrina adds out of nowhere. Where did she come from? I refuse to engage when I know she wants to start a fight. Ignoring her, I look over at the crowd in our house.

My imagination is playing tricks on me. I swear I see Theo walk through our front door into our living room. He’s wearing dark denim with a black shirt. His arms stretch the fabric, and a few tattoos poke out from underneath. My mouth dries up. Impossible. My eyes blink, expecting his image to disappear.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Luca sputters, walking right toward Theo. I’m left standing in place, mouth wide open before I convince myself he’s actually here and not a figment of my imagination.

Following on Luca’s heels, I wonder the same as my brother. My father will shoot and bury him before he asks any questions. You can’t come and rip a man’s house apart, then expect to join in on family dinner. It doesn’t matter that it was a few months ago or not. Something like that will never be forgotten.

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