FALLING FOR MY MAFIA IN-LAW

Midday Revelations: A Feast of Secrets

Nate’s POV:

The dining table, stretching out elegantly in the Garcia’s family dining room, bore the weight of both secrets and a silent tension. Even though I was getting married to this family I knew I couldn’t quite trust them yet so it wasn’t a real shocker to find out that even their own daughter had no idea about the kind of family she was born in. I was a little bit more surprised that her sister kept it a secret though. Their father probably forced her to do it though. Even though she didn’t know it, Isabella was quite lucky.

I had been pushed into this life since I was born and unlike others who discover their powers when they clock twenty, I discovered mine three years before that, when I became seventeen. My father says it only happens once in a century and that I was special, but since that day I’ve had no idea what the meaning of rest was.

My father began training me immediately so I could continue his great legacy. Trying to live up with to his mafia legacy had begun since the day I was born. I sold my first brick when I was eleven and killed a man when I was thirteen but it didn’t come close to the five years I’ve lived through to live up to his other legacy.

His death didn’t make it better because now I was in command. Being the youngest alpha wasn’t easy because at first others alpha tried to push me over. After killing a couple of them though, they now know I’m not to be taken lightly.

Most humans around have no idea that we live amongst them, and we intend to keep it that way even though I hate the fact that we have to in the first place but it was for the good of everyone. Humans and werewolves had never been able to successfully live together. They always saw us as a threat and I don’t blame them. I’ve lost count of the number of human’s I’ve had to kill because they found out about werewolves. My cousins being their clumsy selves didn’t make it any better

​ My seat was positioned strategically, allowing me a clear view of every corner of the table. The setting was perfect, just as I had intended, and the delicious aroma of a homemade Italian feast wafted through the air. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a home-made meal, it was always take outs and on a few nights my cousin’s noodles, and those were regarded as family nights.

I observed the entire table. Isabella’s cousins ate loudly and boasted about their recent kill. I wanted to go over there and make them keep quiet but this lunch had to go perfect so I couldn’t afford to do something like that, so I just sat there and smiled like I didn’t want to put a bullet through their head. Her father and mother sat at the other end of the table, her father who was a close friend of my father didn’t say a word all through but the aura he let out was so tense and heavy that I knew he could make them all shut up with just a word. Her grandmother or abuella as they called her sat by her side and didn’t even try to hide the proud look as she watched Sara eat, as if they had rehearsed this. My family, sat at my own side of the table, they weren’t completely quiet but at least they weren’t causing any trouble. I had warned them before we came over. Normally, one of them would have picked a fight by now or even killed someone. It was a shock that they listened but I was also glad.

Sara, my soon-to-be wife, sat beside me. She sat prim and proper and ate so calmly and elegantly although she would occasionally make glimpses to see if her grandmother was still staring awkwardly at her. I could tell that she was scared and not just because of her grandma. Well, given my record in the city, I couldn’t blame her. I turned and looked at her, she looked back at me and gave an obviously fake smile.

Sara was very pretty and she was a good woman so I was sure every man would want her as a wife, so why the hell couldn’t I stop looking at her sister on the other side who hadn’t stopped playing with her food all day. She had hardly eaten anything and I hated the fact that I had noticed. And does she not know that she’s holding her fork in the wrong hand? What was wrong with this girl? And most importantly, what was wrong with me, because I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

​ The Garcia’s were blessed with two very beautiful girls, but I had heard so many rumors about Isabella that it irritated me whenever anybody brought her name up. Every man in the city adored her beauty and body and I hated how they all placed her on a f*****g pedestal. She was so annoying, and very un-lady like, and I hated that everyone gushed over her, it irritated me to my core.

But then why the hell couldn’t I stop thinking about her. Her eyes, now a shade of greenish-brown, held an air of intrigue, and her lips, though sealed, hinted at the vibrancy of her personality. Her shoulders carried a defiance that both piqued my interest and set me on edge.

​“Oh, Isabella, you forgot to pick up the cake”, her grandmother said but Isabella was lost in her thoughts and didn’t hear a word that was said. Her grandmother smiled and looked round the table before shouting, “Isabella!”.

​ Isabella snapped back to her senses. “Yes abuella?”, she said quickly.

​“Que te pasa nina? You did not hear a word I say?”, she said annoyed.

​“I’m sorry abuella”, she said quickly.

​“Is everything okay mi amor?, You’ve not touched your food at all”, her mother asked from the end of the table.

​ She looked to her sister before turning back to look at her mother.

​“Yeah, I’m fine”, she said.

​ It was obvious she wasn’t fine. I mean, she did just find out that her whole life has been a lie. I was still shocked at the fact that she had absolutely no idea. Why would they do that? They probably wanted her to reach her age of transformation or their father was just being the d**k that he was.

​ “You forget to pick up cake, Isabella”, her grandmother said.

​“Oh s**t, I totally forgot”

​ Almost her entire family turned to look at her but her grandmother said it first, “No swearing at the dinner table Isabella”.

​ A low chuckle escaped from me and she noticed it.

​ She glared at me.

​ I smirked at her.

​ “I’m so sorry, I’ll go and pick it up now”, she said trying to clear herself before she stood up from her chair.

​I looked to Sara and I could tell that she was worried about her little sister, and for reasons I couldn’t understand, I was kind of worried too.

​ I had done and said a lot of crazy things impulsively but what I said next had to be the craziest and I know it shocked everyone. I dapped my mouth with my napkin before saying, “I’ll take her”