Chapter 103. Returning to the Mafia Don

Proserpina

We landed on a sunny afternoon. The journey had been long and exhausting. But Ria and Piers had been raring to see their father and had been as good as gold throughout the flight. They had not ganged up to mimic Claude's wails, unlike during the trip to Japan when they had been insufferable, whining and generally behaving like brats.

My littlest son was another matter altogether. Baby Claude had been cranky and irritable for most of the journey. But Claude tended to be that way as I had discovered. He was the one who would not sit still unless he was in my arms; would fret and throw things around until his demands were met.

Yes, Claude Delano was a handful, sir!

I sighed and thought back briefly to the night he had been conceived. My lips tightened as my youngest child hollered, throwing a tantrum in the aircraft.

Of course, he had not been born out of love. So yes, he was cranky.

But then I stopped myself. It was stupi