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.

away from him, feeling a shiver pass through me, tapping its fingers down my

dismiss the

nature,” I say, giving the canned speech I’m required to say to all inmates. “The state does require that you answer all questions fully and

at him, a knee–jerk reaction to an unresponsive patient. He’s smirking at me, unblinking. “Little girl,” he says, slowly leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, “what gives you the right to ask

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

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you have a degree?” he cuts in. “Some kind of…certificate?” The final word is heavy with derision.

producing the certified paperwork from

D

my wrist, I

table. It doesn’t quite hurt, but, surprised, I drop the paperwork as I gasp, looking up at him, terrified as he brings my hand close to

Oh my god

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runs 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. Then he opens his eyes and stares into my bewildered face, wanting to see my reaction as he says, “you must be a

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Gifts

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up, savoring the tremble of my

off!” he yells, but Kent has already released my wrist, raising

he says, smirking, his eyes on me.

straighten my shoulders, unable to

the guard says, leaning forward to look

me over.

fine,” I say, rubbing my wrist with my other hand. I’m not hurt – just…shocked. I clear my throat and look back down at my papers. “We will…we will proceed.” I work to