Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 83

My father settles me into a comfortable chair at the center of the group and Tristin, to my right, shoots me a cold smile. Baby Estrella, in her lap, coos a happy greeting to me, so I give them both a warm smile in return.

It’s a happy affair, really – everyone seems eager to greet me, to bring me plates of food, to ask me about my life, my studies, and my career.

Overall, I’m kept quite busy and happy, getting to know my biological family and all of their friends. I catch a glimpse, as the afternoon passes and the sun starts to set, of Daniel still happily playing volleyball. Apparently, his team has progressed to the championship round.

As people start to settle in for the evening and stronger liquor starts to be poured into everyone’s cups, I start to notice…well. That there are a lot of boys around.

I look around the circle, noting that there are, of course, women – aunts and cousins, many of them. But I’ve also been introduced, this afternoon, to a variety of handsome young men. All here alone.

And all, apparently, single.

For instance, the one who is talking to me now – or, should I say, who has been talking at me since he sat down in Tristin’s seat as soon as she abandoned it to go feed the baby.

“Yeah, I’m in finance,” he says, taking a swig of his beer. He gives me a little smirk. “So, you majored in psych, right?” he asks.

I squirm a little in my chair, uncomfortable. “Um,” I say, “how did you know that?”

“Your dad told me,” he says, using the neck of his beer bottle to gesture towards my father across the fire. “Or at least, he told my dad. Who told me.” The guy looks at me again. “They, uh…know each other.”

“Oh,” I say, my lips pursing as I look away from him. Am I supposed to know what that means?