Breakfast Drama

Acker’s POV

When I was younger I wished for a time when my father would have breakfast with myself and my mother. He was a low level mobster who fell from grace when his boss was executed by a rival mob.

For the first time in my life I was placed in a situation where I wished my father had been in when i was younger, a peaceful summer morning, having breakfast with my family.

It reminded me of the many failings of my childhood, including my mother’s unhappy marriage with my father.

That was another thing I didn’t want to copy from my father no matter what.

I glanced briefly at Alicia, who ate silently without saying a word to me or anyone else. Even Andy, her best friend, looked concerned for her, casting furtive glanced at her from across the table.

Serrano and I exchanged a brief glance, and mentally prepared ourselves for the aftermath. She wasn’t pleased and we had to rectify it. Neither of us wanted to lose her.

As breakfast ended, the blonde Mafia Don cleared his throat, command