The Mafia Queen's Husband

Chapter seven - Sebastian

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✨ When it hurts but it hurts so good ✨
Do you take it?
✨ Do you break it off?✨
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I can feel my father's intense gaze on me as I shovel the delicious food into my mouth that I probably would have drooled over if I wasn't so nervous right now. He has been studying me intently since the moment Eva and I sat down for thanksgiving dinner. It is weird because I know he prefers watching monkeys having sex than looking at me for more than a few seconds. I never understood why. Maybe he despised me that much? Or maybe, I reminded him too much of mom?

The clatter of the silverware hitting the plates and Riley's one sided conversation with her father are the only sounds in the silent room. I try to listen to her mindless chatter but get distracted by my father dragging his beady eyes over to Eva, who is sitting next to me, perfectly calm and poised. In fact, she appears to be the only one - aside from Riley - oblivious to the heavy tension in the air.

She dabs her red lips with the napkin on her lap and places it next to her now empty plate. "That was a wonderful meal, Alicia. Thank you. And thank you for the invitation, too."

Alicia was the one who had called Eva a couple days ago to invite us over to her famous thanksgiving dinner she made every year. She actually asked me last week to pass the invitation to Eva and check back in with her, but I kind of hoped I could avoid the dreaded meal this year. Of course, it would have worked better if I had told Alicia that Eva was busy or something. But it somehow completely slipped my mind causing Alicia to personally call Eva for a more formal invitation. I suck at this sneaking around stuff.

I don't hate thanksgiving. Just the part where I am forced to sit silently and eat, with my father talking to everyone but me. It always made me feel alone and awful. But I do love the part where I prepare the food with Alicia. I thought of it as a bonding moment for us. She loves cooking like me and made sure to teach me everything she knew. I was sad I missed all the fun part of thanksgiving this year since we came late.

Now however, I'm just praying she doesn't mention how she told me last week and I hid it from Eva. I'm a terrible liar and that woman can read me like a book.

Even though she told me last night to be ready tomorrow for thanksgiving, I was so dazed on the events of the night that it didn't hit me until I got home. Then I promptly freaked out and called Cole. The asshole laughed for six minutes at me before I hung up on him.

I also didn't realize how much I was looking forward to her licking whipped cream off my body until it was... postponed - I hope.

"You are welcome, of course. Thanksgiving is not the same without our Sebby." She smiles a warm smile at me, which I return albeit a bit nervously. "Sorry if it was kind of last minute. I did ask Sebby last week, but he must've forgot to tell you."

Crappity crap. I'm dead.

"Oh, really?" She turns to me and raises one brow.

"Y-y-yes! Um, I f-forgot." I almost squeak out. "I swear! I'm not lying. Definitely not."

Okay, I feel that was a bit much.

Darn her and her intimidating eyebrows!

"Hmm, of course, little lamb." Her steely gray eyes are narrowed on me and I know I will pay for this later.

My stupid body heats up at the promise of the delicious pain in her eyes and I curse my stupidity again. I should be running for the hills, not toward the flaming hot volcano in the shape of a tall, slightly curvy, Russian woman that kills men for fun but also manages to get me on my knees for her with just a look from those cold gray eyes.