My nieces and nephews ran around my house while the adults talked and laughed. Everybody joked about the last holiday events when I’d tried to kill Cora’s date. But now we were celebrating Christmas in our own home as a housewarming party.
Cora did most of the decorating with her mom, who’d finally retired from working for our family. My father protested the amount of time the women spent at my house because he’d missed having his wife around.
I sipped on the cognac Renato had bought as a Christmas gift while the kids drank hot chocolate with the wives. Cora had gone shopping to ensure all the kids had gifts.
“You’ve got it bad, bro. Can’t take your eyes off her,” Renato joked as he joined me with Vincenzo and Sante. Savio was still the Don for the time being. Mckayla wasn’t pregnan
