Escaping: A Mafia Romance (The O'Keefe Family Collection #2) by Tuesday Embers, Mary E. Twomey Page B
Authors: Tuesday Embers, Mary E. Twomey
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engaged? You’re engaged to Vince D’Amato? Gross!” His face soured at the mere thought of the rival family’s boss doing unspeakable things to his sister in the dead of night. “No, Fal! No! He’s like, twice your age! He’s a D’Amato! He’s… He’s Vince D’Amato! Are you crazy?”
“I don’t need your permission or your blessing. And he’s not twice my age. Vince is twelve years older than I am, and we’re both fine with it.”
“Do you hear yourself? He’s got two brothers closer in age to you, not that they’d be any better. Gross!”
Fallyn straightened, trying to maintain her dignity. “I just thought you should hear it from me before we get married. You’ll have a new brother soon.”
“Soon? Fally, no. Wait on this terrible decision. Wait a year. See how you feel then.”
“It’s not your decision. Not anyone’s but Vince’s and mine.”
Keenan ran his hands through his auburn hair, mussing it so the thick follicles stood on end. “Tell me how this happened! Tell me how the guys dropped the ball so bad that you’re hooking up with Vince and his filthy dick. Sick, Fal! Do you even know where’s he been? I thought he was still with Maria.”
“Well, clearly not anymore. Vince and Killian started meeting up at the bakery to bury the hatchet. The families have been working great together, actually. I told you all this already.” She’d informed him of a great many things involving the burgeoning peace between the families, conveniently leaving out the fact that she had been secretly dating Vince for months. “The O’Keefes and D’Amatos cleaned up a large part of the west side together. The families have been getting together for Saturday night dinners. After the cleanup,” she paused to ensure the conversation was censored for the guards, “we all went to the cabin together. Got along great, all of us. We’ve all been going up there once a month to chill. It’s only now that we’re together they’ve decided they all of a sudden hate him again.”
Keenan spoke through gritted teeth. “He spat on our mother’s casket. Do you remember nothing at all? He’s using you to cause a rift, Fal. He’s using you. You’re decades younger, you’re naïve, you’re sweet. End it.”
“Vince is twelve years old than me, not decades. I’m happy, and you should love me enough to send me off with a smile. I don’t care if you have to fake it, you smile and tell me congratulations.” She rose up out of her seat, her rage lifting her on its own power so she could tower over him in her anger. “I’m done with this nonsense from all of you! Someone will be on my side in this, so help me! Either get on my side, or I’m not coming back here ever again!”
Keenan rested his elbows on the table and buried his face in his hands. “Give me a minute, okay? I mean, it’s Vince.” He frowned up at her. “Sit down and give me some time to process this.”
Fallyn’s anger crested slightly, so she sat back down, waiting out Keenan’s shock. “Choose your words wisely.”
“I haven’t been around for all the family dinners, the vacations, or the brotherly love time. He’s still the filthy dick who spat on my mother’s casket and let Papa D wreck his end of the city with drugs.”
“Papa D made a bad call, and Vince is the one who’s cleaning up the mess. He’s doing good things, Keenan. Please be with me in this. Please!” It wasn’t a plea anymore, but a command.
“I have some questions first.”
“They’d better be of the ‘how lovely is your wedding dress’ variety.”
“You got your wedding dress already?” He mustered up a smile for his sister, fighting through his desire to yell so she didn’t bolt. “You’re not supposed to grow up this fast.”
She lowered her chin when the next sentence tumbled out of her. “Carrigan saw me in my wedding dress and told me I looked disgusting and ridiculous, but I think it’s pretty.”
Keenan let out a low
“I don’t need your permission or your blessing. And he’s not twice my age. Vince is twelve years older than I am, and we’re both fine with it.”
“Do you hear yourself? He’s got two brothers closer in age to you, not that they’d be any better. Gross!”
Fallyn straightened, trying to maintain her dignity. “I just thought you should hear it from me before we get married. You’ll have a new brother soon.”
“Soon? Fally, no. Wait on this terrible decision. Wait a year. See how you feel then.”
“It’s not your decision. Not anyone’s but Vince’s and mine.”
Keenan ran his hands through his auburn hair, mussing it so the thick follicles stood on end. “Tell me how this happened! Tell me how the guys dropped the ball so bad that you’re hooking up with Vince and his filthy dick. Sick, Fal! Do you even know where’s he been? I thought he was still with Maria.”
“Well, clearly not anymore. Vince and Killian started meeting up at the bakery to bury the hatchet. The families have been working great together, actually. I told you all this already.” She’d informed him of a great many things involving the burgeoning peace between the families, conveniently leaving out the fact that she had been secretly dating Vince for months. “The O’Keefes and D’Amatos cleaned up a large part of the west side together. The families have been getting together for Saturday night dinners. After the cleanup,” she paused to ensure the conversation was censored for the guards, “we all went to the cabin together. Got along great, all of us. We’ve all been going up there once a month to chill. It’s only now that we’re together they’ve decided they all of a sudden hate him again.”
Keenan spoke through gritted teeth. “He spat on our mother’s casket. Do you remember nothing at all? He’s using you to cause a rift, Fal. He’s using you. You’re decades younger, you’re naïve, you’re sweet. End it.”
“Vince is twelve years old than me, not decades. I’m happy, and you should love me enough to send me off with a smile. I don’t care if you have to fake it, you smile and tell me congratulations.” She rose up out of her seat, her rage lifting her on its own power so she could tower over him in her anger. “I’m done with this nonsense from all of you! Someone will be on my side in this, so help me! Either get on my side, or I’m not coming back here ever again!”
Keenan rested his elbows on the table and buried his face in his hands. “Give me a minute, okay? I mean, it’s Vince.” He frowned up at her. “Sit down and give me some time to process this.”
Fallyn’s anger crested slightly, so she sat back down, waiting out Keenan’s shock. “Choose your words wisely.”
“I haven’t been around for all the family dinners, the vacations, or the brotherly love time. He’s still the filthy dick who spat on my mother’s casket and let Papa D wreck his end of the city with drugs.”
“Papa D made a bad call, and Vince is the one who’s cleaning up the mess. He’s doing good things, Keenan. Please be with me in this. Please!” It wasn’t a plea anymore, but a command.
“I have some questions first.”
“They’d better be of the ‘how lovely is your wedding dress’ variety.”
“You got your wedding dress already?” He mustered up a smile for his sister, fighting through his desire to yell so she didn’t bolt. “You’re not supposed to grow up this fast.”
She lowered her chin when the next sentence tumbled out of her. “Carrigan saw me in my wedding dress and told me I looked disgusting and ridiculous, but I think it’s pretty.”
Keenan let out a low
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