Chapter 612

• Both my sons, Lou and Dom, were handsome and big-built, taking after their father. But while Lou was rakishly good-looking, like a pirate, with a swagger as he strode, his lean hips and flat abs so reminiscent of his Mafia Don parent, Dom was handsome in a more refined way. He looked like Lou but he was sober and sensitive, traits that Ria said he had inherited from me. Perhaps that was why he was the one I felt closer to.
• Lou was getting around and had a reputation for being a Casanova while Dom was determined to join a law firm and become the St Claire mob’s advocate in the future. Lucien never said so openly but I knew he favoured Lou, with his devil may care attitude. I despaired for Louis.
• I watched unhappily as Bree tugged his hand and led him away, urging him to sit with Stan and Carol. Soon, he was lounging with them, his long legs stretched out before him, guffawing loudly as Carol sat on the arm of his chair in a familiar way, Bree turned to look at me, a malicious gleam in her eyes.