Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 8 – Arranged Marriage-1

“That’s impossible!” I gasp, staring up at him. “You can’t force me to marry someone against my will!”

He laughs at me, holding me too him, still looking down into my face. “It’s possible if I say it is.”

I press my hands against his chest, trying to push away. “It’s 2023! Nobody has arranged marriages anymore – this isn’t the eighteenth century!”

He laughs again and lets me go. I skitter away from him.

“You’re in my world now, Fay,” he says, calmly putting his hands in his pockets. “The world you were born to. Do you think laws really matter in the underworld, the world outside of the stupid bureaucracy you’ve deluded yourself into thinking keeps you safe?”

My jaw drops open at this arrogance. “I have rights!”

“You have nothing,” he barks, taking a step forward towards me. “The only thing that matters is power. Which is money. Which is might. You have none of this. The only thing which gives you anything in this world, Fay, is your bloodline.”

His eyes flick now to the piece of paper which lays crumpled on the floor. “Which you are so eager to dismiss.”

“But,” I say, falling a few steps back, trying to comprehend this. “There are laws “Leou o little

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closer. “And your own recommendation that I stay

imprisoned forever. But here I am,” he spreads his hands out, demonstrative.

“Me, and men like me, Fay? Like your father? We control all of it. So, if I were you,” he looms over me again. “I’d be a little more grateful that I got you out of the club and restored you to the life of privilege to which you were born.”

I look up at him, truly terrified now, realizing that my life as I knew it is…completely gone. With one test, he’s wiped it away.

I’m trapped now, in this world – as the daughter of a don, engaged – oh my god, engaged – to the son of another. There’s no way I’m getting out.

As tears start to drip from my eyes, he shocks me by pulling a handkerchief from his breast pocket and offering it to me. Slowly, hesitant, I take it.

“There’s much you don’t know, Fay,” he says. “But you’ll have to learn fast. I’ve notified your father – he’s away on business, but he’ll be back in two days, and he’ll want to meet you.”

I gasp, horrified – Alden has almost as bad a reputation as Kent Lippert. God, what a contrast to my gentle dad, sitting at home. My mind suddenly shifts to dad, who must be worried about me. I start to cry harder, putting my face in my hands.

“Please,” I say, my voice hiccupping with tears, with shock, with fear, “please let me go home – I’m begging you – I just want to pretend it never happened – I’ll never tell anyone –”

“No, Fay,” he says, stern. He glances at the door and I can tell

again.

I stare up at him, the tears still slipping down my cheeks, and feel my emotions change from desperation and agony to anger.

“You’re a monster,” I cry between my tears. “You’re ruining three lives tonight, just so you can get your way. A monster.”

Kent shocks me, then, by leaning forward and taking my chin in his hand. He smiles, bringing his face close to mine, and says, “Did you really think that was going to work on me, Fay? Calling me names?” He shocks me, then, by lifting his other hand to my face and wiping away a tear from my cheek with his thumb.

Then, slowly, he raises his thumb to his mouth and slips it inside, savoring the taste of my tears. “I told you before, I like my kittens with claws.”

Outraged, I try to push past him for the door but he laughs, faster than me, and puts out a hand that catches me in the chest. Another light shove – as he did before – and I’m knocked back onto the lounge.

says,

the monster you think I am, Fay,” he walking casually for the

goodbye.”

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and waves a hand through it. “A car is waiting to take you to your father’s house, where you will pack a bag. You will say your goodbyes and then return here, where I will

just let me go home, let me stay there.

offer is ending soon. “You can go

and rush towards it, heading out. As I

my shoulder as a bodyguard takes me by the arm

later, just as the sun is starting to come up, we pull up outside my small house. I had given the driver the address when we got in. The three bodyguards

car and brush past the body guards, throwing myself through the

I hear my dad’s anxious voice call from

three bodyguards follow me.

was so worried –” he glances the

I say, looking up at him, desperate. “Please tell me this is all a mistake that he’s not

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calmly in the room. They let us have

biological dad is?” I say, wiping my

I can sense the lie in his words.

in the lapels of his pajamas. “Please, dad, tell me what you

dad is, Fay,” he says, looking down at me seriously. “It

is he, Dad?” I press.

eyes at me. “What do you know, Fay,” he says, his voice low. “This is dangerous territory –

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words hardly breath. “You know the

him, seeking to put me behind him, but

go,” dad says to the guards, putting out a hand. “We’ll disappear, you’ll never see us again, never have any trouble –“

not possible.” With a distinct look at the other men, all three spring into action. One comes forward, wrapping his arms around me, locking me within his grasp. I scream

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back tie them – a gag in his mouth – a bag – oh my god a black bag over his head –

slapping a hand over my mouth, and the two men lift up my dad and carry him out the front door.

this as I scream and flail against the guards that climb into the car on either side of

We’d rather not do that.” Within his voice is the unsaid threat, but we

out of my control. Suddenly exhausted, I again burst again into tears,

says to the driver. Without a word, he pulls away from the curb.

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enters a garage. When I get out of the car,

trunk to remove my

do this,” I ask, glaring

the eye. “Because I knew that if I let you say goodbye, you’d tell the driver your address and lead

realizing, of course, that I did

him a chance to run. Honestly, Fay,” he says. “You’ve got to become a little more canny

ashamed and exhausted.

and moves me into the house.

the guards who carry my dad. Dad wriggles