Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Gifts

Chapter 3 – Uncooperative King–1

I hesitate, settling down in my chair across from this man, sensing that I’m the doe to his wolf. It feels almost as if he could leap across this table at any moment and gobble me up.

Daniel’s father is Kent Lippert, the Mafia King of our city. That’s why he has a bodyguard, that’s why he has so much money –

I quirk my head to the side, still staring at Lippert, realizing that this is also why Daniel is hiding his sexuality – the mafia of our city are notoriously conservative, and family is everything. A gay son would never be accepted, especially an only son

God, he really did want me to be his beard –

Poor Daniel, he’s got to hide everything he loves –

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Suddenly, I realize that the man in front of me is smiling, just slightly, his eyes moving over me as I stare at him like a deer in the headlights.

I clench my jaw, reminding myself that he is the villain.

“So,” I say, turning back to my papers, nervous. You’ve done this a thousand times, Fay! I remind myself. You could do this in your sleep! “Can you please state your name for me, and place of birth?”

“I believe,” Lippert says slowly, “That you’re already aware of my history.” He leans back, studying me,

information. I quickly fill out the form.

I glance up at him, struck again by his similarity to Daniel. The profile, especially, is almost exactly the same – but whereas Daniel is gentle, refined, Kent has a grim, lethal quality to his face.

shiver pass through me, tapping its fingers down my

the thought

you today will be of a personal and psychological nature,” I say, giving the canned speech I’m required to say to all inmates. “The state does require that you answer

knee–jerk reaction to an unresponsive patient. He’s smirking at me, unblinking. “Little girl,” he says, slowly leaning forward to rest

my chair, unnerved by such a question. “The state has hired me to

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he cuts in. “Some kind of…certificate?” The final word

the certified paperwork from the state which qualifies me

D

grabs my wrist,

my hand, fully capturing it in his, pulling me forward against the table. It doesn’t quite hurt, but, surprised, I drop the paperwork as I gasp, looking up

Oh my god

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his nose across the ivory skin of my wrist. “Camomile, lavender,” he murmurs, closing his eyes, indulging in my scent. “So fresh and clean,” he says.

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Gifts

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shock, in awe. His eyes eat me up, savoring the tremble

through the door “Hands off!” he yells, but Kent has already released my wrist, raising his hands over his head, perfectly

smirking, his eyes on

him, sitting back in my chair. I straighten my shoulders, unable to take my eyes off

all right, miss?” the guard says, leaning

me over.

clear my throat and look back down at my papers. “We will…we will proceed.” I work to steel myself, determined to regain control, to finish this