THE SON OF THE MAFIA QUEEN. Chapter 3. A half-truth

Ten Years Ago

A few months ago, I turned fifteen, and in all this time, I have witnessed the great adoration my father feels for my mother. Their love is so profound that it can be seen in every look, every kiss, every word, and in their daily actions. I just got back from school when my parents called for me. They are both waiting for me in the study. As soon as I enter, I realize the atmosphere feels a bit tense.

"Alex, please sit down!" My mother says to me with a tender smile that doesn't reach her eyes, which are slightly red. I see her wringing her hands in an attempt to calm herself, and for a moment, I fear the worst—that they will tell me they have decided to separate, which wouldn't make sense given the love that still shows in both of them.

"Is something wrong?" I ask, my voice trembling slightly.

"No, sweetheart, but there is something important you need to know." She sits next to me and takes my hands in hers.

"As you know, we moved from Italy years ago to live here becau