All Chapters of Mafia: My Father's Nemesis : Chapter 11 - Chapter 12

Marcelo’s POVI fidget with my napkin, folding it into smaller and smaller squares while I wait for my father to arrive. The restaurant buzzes with Sundaybrunch energy. Vincenzo sits three tables away, pretending to be engrossed in his espresso and the Wall Street Journal. He catches my eye and gives me the barest hint of a smile. My stomach flips. Two months of sneaking around, and today we’re finally coming clean to my father. Part of me wants to bolt for the door, but the larger part—the part that wakes up every morning wrapped in Vincenzo’s arms—knows it’s time.My father strides in exactly on time, because Diego Sanchez is never late and never early. The maître d’ rushes to greet him, practically bowing. Dad has that effect on people—they either fear him or want to impress him.Usually both.I stand as he approaches, smoothing my hands down my shirt. It’s one of Vincenzo’s favorites—light blue that supposedly brings out my eyes.“Macerlo.” Dad pulls me into a brief, stiff hug. “Y