Chapter 63. Making Amends

Lucien

The Mafia Don knew that he would smash his friend's face if he stayed and he had no intention of scaring the children. He turned and strode towards the house, determined to take it out on his wife. But she was in the kitchen, her hair in a messy bun, tendrils curling around her flushed cheeks and long neck, with her arms deep in the dough as she prepared dinner. She was surrounded by the kitchen staff, who stood around, watching her with interest. Beatrice stood close, talking rapidly, watching over Proserpina with pride.

He stood in the doorway, studying the cosy atmosphere. The Mafia Don felt like a stranger in his own house. His burly bodyguards lingered in the doorway uncertainly. The Boss never went to the kitchen, he had never needed to. But now, he stood, flexing his shoulders, undecided.

Suddenly conversation in the room stilled as the staff became aware of the Boss lurking in the doorway, his men behind him. The maids began to slith