Page 47 of Mafia Heiress
“I can’t believe you got them all to agree. It’s like something out of a fucking fairytale. What are you going to tell your mother?”
“Nothing. She doesn’t need to know right now. Plus, it’s not important until we have kids. She’ll get over it.”
“You’re fucking delusional if you think that’s the case. Jack, you’re talking about having a husband and two side pieces. It’s not normal for regular people, let alone Italians. You’re parents are going to freak the fuck out.”
I sigh, knowing it’s true. This isn’t what anyone would expect from me, especially since everyone thinks I’m such a good girl. No one outside of the room that day knows the truth.
“Listen, I know that this shit isn’t normal, okay. It’s just that I have to do this. I’m not saying you have to accept it, but my feelings for all of them are starting to be real. I can’t let them go.”
She leans over the counter and grabs a donut, halting it before her lips before looking me over as if I’ve grown four heads.
“Did you say you have feelings? Like feelings, feelings?”
“I think so. Marcello told me he loves me.”
She coughs on her donut before taking a swing of her coffee. “Holy fucking shit, Jack. That’s a lot.”
“It all is. There are certain things about each of them that I don’t want to let go. Maybe I’m being selfish, but it’s what I want.”
“I’m really just a jealous bitch. You do what makes you happy. Besides it’s not like there aren’t actual poly relationships in the world.”
She shrugs, taking another bite of her donut before shaking the crumbs off her top.
“Sounds like you know about these things. Got any advice?”
“Not personally, but the books I read and their Facebook groups, you learn stuff ya know. Like there was a girl on there that said she has a husband and a boyfriend. They were trying to get another lover and she had a question.”
“Ana! What would your mother think?” I shout in a mock display of shock.
“Zip it. You know the old ladies don’t go on Facebook. If it’s not on RAI or the news they have no idea what’s going on.”
A knock on the door sounds and I go to answer it, clicking on the camera next to the door. The screen shows Dante holding something behind his back.
“Who is it?” Ana calls.
“Dante, but he’s not supposed to be here for another hour. We didn’t even discuss the cake.”
I open the door and find him with a smile wide and a mischievous look in his eyes. He holds up a paper bag for me to see.
“I thought I’d cook you guys lunch and we can all plan together.”
He gives me a quick kiss on the cheek before moving past me and hurrying to the kitchen. I close the door and follow, confusion on my face.
“Oh, what have you got in there?” Ana asks, trying to peek into the bag.
“I’m making a frittata. The caters are going to be here in an hour, and then the florist and photographer. I wanted it to be as stress free as possible. No need to travel all over to see them.”
I sit down on the stool next to Ana. She slaps my arm and gives me the thumbs up. I can’t help but roll my eyes and smile.
“You thought of everything,” Ana says, watching him take the groceries out and placing them on the counter next to the stove.
“I may have had help. My mother is a little excited, but yeah I thought of everything.”
He bends down to grab a pan from the cabinet, and both Ana and I rise up off our chairs a tad to watch his delicious backside in those tight as fuck jeans.
Ana’s eyes cross before she lets out a sigh.
“We should probably invite your mother to dinner tonight. Since I haven’t met her and all,” I suggest.
