Page 99 of Mafia Scars

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. I saw the guys leave and thought you two may want a snack.”

“You were right. We do. Please join us.” Dad beamed.

“Happily.” Millicent returned the smile.

Tension may be rising, and all manner of things might have been in the works, but this was nice. Taking a break in good company.

It was rejuvenating. I had the feeling that I needed to relish the moment. Once again, things had become too quiet.

We’d been in Chicago for two days now. The battlefield.

The battlefield was never quiet.

* * *

Luc

* * *

“Luc, I don’t know how you do it.” Claudius chuckled as he walked into the sitting room.

We’d just gotten back home. Dad had diverted and went to check something out. Business related.

“Do what?” I threw myself down onto the sofa and rested my head back.

“Stay calm in front of Raphe. I would have at least drawn my gun too.”

“Can’t draw a gun on Amelia’s dad right in front of her. Even though I really wanted to.”

“Senile fool.”

“Exactly.” Although I kind of understood the guy. Didn’t matter that he’d sent me to LA to win her over. A father was a father, and she was his daughter. He was being protective. Crazily overprotective, but yeah.

It was fine. I knew how to rattle him and piss him off.

That part was funny as shit. Guy pulled a gun on me.

I loved how my father had defended me though. I didn’t need him to, but it meant a lot that he stood up to Raphael for me.

“What are you going to do, man?” Claudius pulled up one of the little desk chairs, twirled it around so it was backwards, and sat down.

“Be specific, bro. There’s so much going on that I have to have a plan for everything.” I chuckled.

“What are you going to do about Amelia?”

“Protect her as best as I can.”

“After, after all this. You two really going to be together? She’s a cop.”

“She doesn’t want to be a cop anymore.” I didn’t know if it was okay to share that with him, but this was my brother. I trusted him.

“So, she wants to be a mobster?” He narrowed his eyes.

“No. I don’t want to… I want to clean up, and she doesn’t want to be a cop.”

He looked apprehensive. “I get that she doesn’t want to be a cop, but theyoupart I don’t get.”

“Claudius, I don’t want to live the way we have for the last ten years.”