#Chapter 14 – Meeting my Mafia Dad

The party is, above all, impressive. Drinks are flowing, a whole twelve-piece band is at the back of the room playing hits from the fifties and sixties. Everyone is having a good time and, thank god, mostly ignoring me. Even though it’s technically my party, everyone’s too caught up in their own business to do much more than send me a curious glance. I’m grateful for Daniel, who sticks close by my side. Even though he was raised in this environment, I can tell he’s more comfortable with me, sneaking sips of his champagne and making wry comments that only I can hear. I can’t help but laugh at the things he says. He’s right – we always did get along. Fiona sweeps around the room, looking almost indecently sexy in her black Versace gown. Looking around, though, I can see that she has competition for her daring choice of clothes. This group of mob bosses and wives do tend towards the sexy. There are lot of women’s bodies on display around me, many of them enhanced with plumpe