Page 114 of Knocked Up by My Dad's Mafia Boss

“How old is she?”

“My age. Couple years younger.”

I breathe out a sigh of relief. Thank God. Of course, I of all people can’t judge age-gap relationships, but I can’t imagine a girl my age moving into the mansion with Papa. “I’d love to meet her.”

He smiles even wider. “I’ll invite her to dinner this weekend. Maybe Cecilia can come, too.”

“Cecilia?” I tilt my head, confused.

“Oh, she’s Olivia’s best friend. We’re going on a double date tonight.”

My mouth goes dry. “With who?”

“With Dante.”

Shock settles over me.

He’s going on a fucking date?

After last night?

After he nearly killed my best friend? “I didn’t know Dante dated.”

“He doesn’t. I think he’s mostly doing me a favor, but he needs to let loose.”

My throat hurts as I swallow. “Yeah.”

“He didn’t mean it, you know. With Reese. He feels like shit about it.”

I tilt my chin up. “He should.”

“It was a misunderstanding. You should forgive him.”

“I do forgive him,” I say quietly. I forgave him hours after it happened, after I found out Reese was going to be okay. But it doesn’t mean I forget.

He sits back in his seat, still smiling. “Good. Then this weekend, I’ll invite over Olivia for dinner. Maybe just her, the first time.”

Thank God. I don’t think I can meet my new potential stepmotherandthe new woman Dante’s dating at the same time. I might implode.

“Ricardo will be here to watch over you tonight. He should be arriving any minute.”

I nod, swallowing hard again around the rock in my throat. “I’m happy for you, Papa. Really.”

“It doesn’t mean I’ll forget about your mother.” He sounds desperate for me to believe him.

“I know that, Papa. You’ll never forget her.”

“Never,” he says fiercely, his eyes growing wet.

Tears burn at the backs of my own eyes. I think of how much easier all this would be if Mama were still here.

I know I could tell her about Dante, about the baby… everything. She would have helped me figure it all out.

“Have fun tonight.” I stand up, not wanting to cry in front of him. I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.

“Sam—”

“I’m okay,” I say, wiping a hand across my face and offering him a smile. “Really.”