Page 12 of Scared Love

“Oh alright, just checking. We better stop talking before

Ma comes back over and hears us!” Marco chuckles. “She

might beat our asses.”

“Yeah, she doesn’t like us talking about the jobs,” I say

with a laugh as we head over to the table where our family

dinner awaits us.

Despite everything else going on in our lives - the

violence, the danger - I always look forward to these

Saturday dinners with my family. It was the one thing that

keeps me grounded and reminds me of who I used to be

before getting involved in this criminal underworld.

After a long week , I am finally able to relax at pops

house, I feel a sense of peace wash over me for the first

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time in weeks. For once I can forget about all the darkness

surrounding me and just enjoy being around the people who

love me unconditionally. Pops can be a tight ass, but he

does show us that he cares for us. Even if he’s breathing

down our necks.

Ma’s cooking always brings a sense of comfort to me. The

smell of her pasta fills the house and my nose, making my

mouth water in anticipation. Leaning against the doorway

to the kitchen I can’t help but smile as I watch her move

around the kitchen with ease, humming a tune under her

breath. It was times like these that made me forget about

the negatives that came with being part of the family

business.

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Pops always seemed scared of Ma, warning us that she

may look sweet but was meaner than a rattlesnake. But I

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