Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Gifts

Chapter 25 – Personal History–1

Willingly, I follow Jerome and my other guard out of the room and into the hall. The three of us scurry towards the door, guilt roiling in me to be the cause of so much strife. Before I step out the door, though, I hear a little voice call out behind me.

“Wait!” it says.

I turn to see Romulus running down the stairs, a little book in his hands. He dashes to meet me at the door. “I found this in my closet!” he says, “a long time ago!” He holds up the book to me and I can see that it’s a very small photo album. I take it from him gently and flip it open, shocked to see that it’s images of my mother’s wedding day –

And, oh my god – that I’m in them –

–

“That’s you, right?” Romulus says, peeking at the pages of the book, pointing at the picture of my mother.

“No,” I say softly. “That was my mom. Thank you for showing it to me, Romulus,” I say, looking down at him gratefully. I push it back towards him, as the noise escalates in the next room. I hope that some day I’ll be able to look through it more closely, but now, it definitely seems like time to go –

“No, I you can keep it,” Romulus says, smiling up at me. “And maybe, when you come back, you can bring me a present.” He gives me a big smile and I can’t stop myself from laughing.

“A fair trade,” I say and then jerk up, suddenly, at a crash I hear

“You’d better go,” he says, nodding at

“Will you be okay?” I ask, looking over his shoulder.

grinning at me with confidence.

says, again

say, following my guard. “It was nice meeting you!” I call back to – wow, to my

to

way home, I clutch the photo album in my hands, not yet ready to open and explore it. What the hell was I going to

into the house. “Well?” He asks, smirking at me as he leans against the wall in the entry.

my coat and handing it to the waiting housekeeper. “Why didn’t you tell me I had a step–mom?”

of getting to know Tristin Alden all on your own. Tell me, how long did it take her to kick you out?

wrapping my arms around myself, the photo album pressed against my chest. “I indicated that

little. Then, his eyes light on

my arms and looking down at

it. “Dinner in twenty minutes,” he calls after me as I

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Gifts

25 – Personal

but don’t look back at him as I climb.

page through the album. It’s

my father on this day. He had me standing at the altar with him as he said his vows to my mother, a hand on my little shoulder as I looked out to

of their first dance with me crying, my arms wrapped around his leg, unwilling to let go. Both of my parents are laughing in that one, pleased, I can see, by my attachment to them

feeding me a piece of wedding cake, laughing as I get icing all over my face. My heart sinks as I bear witness to the love on his face on that day, his happiness at being able to share it with the woman he loved as well as his child.

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even though