The Perpetual Association of Mafia Wives

Engagement Pt.1

"They look so cute together." Chloe swooned, staring at the happy couple.

They'd finally made it to the engagement party and had all settled comfortably. And who was the lucky couple.

James Howard and Sydney Anderson.

Children of Jacob and Jessica Howard and Spencer and Saffron Anderson. Two prestigious families in the Mafia world.

"Yes, they are very smitten with each other. I wish Christiano was so eager when we got engaged." Marianne grumbled.

"But didn't he propose to you." Judith pointed out.

"Oh please, you know what these men are like, something horrific happens and then they act all cold and distant thinking we can't deal with it." Isabella rolled her eyes.

Marianne nodded. "The worst part was that I knew what was going on the whole time. But I wanted him to tell me. Which almost got him killed at the altar. Never doing that again."

"Speaking of doing it, how did Nio take the news of the baby." Blythe Shaul said, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Oh god, he was a complete asshole. He said he didn't want it, and that he didn't need another burden to carry."

Multiple gasps sounded at the table. "That asshole."

"I kicked him out of the room for the night then went to the beach house for breakfast. Then some motherfucker came and threatened me so I put the place on alert. Then Nio came and dealt with the issue. And we made up."

The ladies continued to chat idley about their husbands until Ona came limping towards them.

"I thought you had gone to take a piss not a shit." Grace said to her.

"I had gone to take a piss. But then I bumped into my husband."

"More like your husband bumped into you by the looks of it." Chloe snickered.

Just then Victor came sauntering over with a content smirk and his hands in his pocket. He hugged Ona by the waist and pressed a kiss on her cheek.

"Ladies." He greeted before walking off.

"If you two keep that up, you'll get pregnant again Ona." Marianne pointed out.

"That's the whole point! We had a talk about it and we decided to start trying again. The miscarriage had split us apart and since we basically can't survive without eachother, we decided to t ry again." Ona explained.

"But the miscarriage wasn't your fault, you were beaten almost to death remember." Isabella countered.

"Oh god, look who just walked in." Blythe grumbled over her drink.

Orlanda Sebastian and her daughter Ingrid. The boisterous brunettes always felt that they owned wherever they stood.

"Hey you lot!" Trina Michaels called as she rushed over to them. "Who invited Black Hen and Prissy Bitch."

"Beats me." Judith shrugged.

"Mum!" Came a shrill cry as a curly haired blonde but came sprinting towards them.

"What is it now Jude." Grace sighed.

The eight year old grinned. "Andrew took tequila from the bar and was dared to down the whole thing."

Grace's eyes widened. "And where was Kaden when all this happened."

"You sent him to get vanilla ice cream and fudge brownies remember."

"Shit."

"Dad says it's bad to cus mum."

"Where's Andrew now."

"Boy's toilet."

Grace took her youngest son by the hand and stood up.

"George!"

"Yes dear!"

"Go stop Andrew before he downs a whole bottle of tequila."

"What!"

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