Fifty-Two
Ambrosia turned to Callum as she walked back out to the living room. Her eyes narrowed when she saw that the woman was holding the picture of the sonogram. “Pregnant again, Ambrosia?” her mother commented dryly. “Is that why you got married?” Callum’s gun hand twitched slightly. Why couldn’t this woman cut them some slack? They were happy, so why wasn't she? So what, he was a mob boss? He knew what it was to take care of his family, and carried out his duties daily without complaint. “Hannah – may I call you that? Look, we got married because we love each other.” Hannah turned to the man she was now forced to call her son-in-law, and sneered. Though her daughter looked to be in good spirits and healthy. She hadn’t seen her son or grandson since she waltzed in, however, and that worried
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