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.

at me with confidence. “This happens

says,

was nice meeting you!” I call back

to me as

clutch the photo album in my hands, not yet ready to open

waiting for me as I come back into the house. “Well?” He asks, smirking at me as he leans against the wall

to the

Alden all on your own. Tell me, how long did it take

pressed against my chest. “I indicated that I recognized the sugar bowl and she…didn’t like that.

a little. Then, his eyes light on the photo album. “What’s that?” he

unwrapping my arms and looking down at the little leather–bound book. “Of my

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

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Gifts

25 – Personal

back at him as I climb.

and page through the album. It’s

toddler in the pictures, so I guess it makes sense that I don’t remember any of it, but even at a glance I can tell how precious I was to my father on this day. He had me standing at the altar with him as he said his vows to my mother, a hand

crying, my arms wrapped around his leg, unwilling to let go. Both of my parents are laughing in

my face. My heart sinks as I bear witness to the love on his face on that day,

I

even though he could have just pushed her aside for someone else, he had married her,