The Delanos did not celebrate.

Just another quiet, if you could call the shrill sounds of children scampering, of babies wailing and of laughter as the siblings sat at the large dining table , with their spouses and partners, sharing a meal. Silence only descends upon the room when the Mafia Don walked in, his grey head and his keen look going across the room, searching for his Woman.

“Woman!” he bellowed, displeased at not seeing her and Tara sighed as she rushed in from the kitchen.

“Mumma’s just plating your favourite dessert, she’ll join in a minute,” she explained to her clearly disgruntled father.

Proserpina emerged a minute late,...