Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 191

“The pleasure is all mine,” I say, pitching my voice lower and holding Alessi’s gaze. “But who, may I ask, are you?”

“Fay,” Daniel says, coming to my side and wrapping a happy arm around my waist. “This is my Uncle Alessi, my mother’s brother,” he tells me, and I raise my eyebrows, surprised by the news and pretending to be excited about it. But in reality, I find it unnerving – neither Daniel nor Kent has said very much about Daniel’s mother, Lenai, and I certainly didn’t know she had a brother. Especially one who makes Kent go pale like that.

“And this,” Daniel says, turning towards the beautiful woman, who looks at me like a hungry cat peering at a little canary, “is Natalia, an old family friend. My mother’s maid of honor, actually, at her wedding.”

“It is a pleasure,” Natalia says, moving slowly towards me and taking both of my hands before placing careful kisses on both of my cheeks. “You are very beautiful,” she says, looking me up and down after she straightens, “a good fit for our Daniel, yes?” she says, turning to beam at him in that adoring way Italian mothers look at their sons. She quickly looks back to me, though. “American?”

“Fay was born in America, yes,” Kent answers quickly before I can open my mouth. “But her father’s family is Sicilian, like us. Her mother…” he hesitates, and I realize that he doesn’t know.

“Scottish,” I supply sweetly, holding Natalia’s gaze and gesturing towards my red hair.

“Ahh,” Natalia says, nodding and still studying me. “And you can cook?”

I blink, surprised at the question. What the hell does that matter?

Daniel, at my side, laughs a little. “That’s something Fay’s working on,” he lies smoothly, smiling down at me and giving me a squeeze.

Natalia nods sharply, still holding my gaze. “We will teach you to cook,” she says, folding her arms over her chest deliberately, “like a real Italian woman, before you marry my godson. He needs a good wife.”

I smile a little, intimidated, and then nod, agreeing to her terms. But honestly, the last thing I want is to be trapped alone in a kitchen with this woman. She scares me.

“Well, I’m so glad to see you, and so glad you’re here,” Daniel says, pretending to be oblivious to what they just said and beaming at the two of them. “We’ll have to throw a party! And show you some of the sights, while you’re here!”

“The sights,” Natalia coos, looking back at Daniel with those fond mother’s eyes, coming forward to take his face in her hands and squeeze his cheeks a little. “So cute, you American boys, with your idea of beauty. Daniel, darling, we left all of the sights in Sicily and in Italy.” She drops his face and claps her hands, laughing a little. “You will come home,” she states, definitive, nodding towards me but not looking at me, “you bring your bride, and then we show you the sights.”

Daniel laughs with her, agreeing, but I find my gaze shifting to Alessi, who is staring down Kent with a slick little smile on his face. They stare at each other in silence for a moment before Alessi speaks.

“Yes, Kent,” he says slowly, “your Daniel has a good idea. Why don’t you throw us this party. Tomorrow night. Invite…everyone. We are family, after all.” He shrugs. “We want to see the family.”

I watch Kent grit his teeth as he processes Alessi’s demand. “Of course,” he says after a moment, his voice unreadable. I’m still watching them when Daniel drops his hand from my waist, moving to Natalia’s side to take her suitcase by the handle.