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,

not completely the monster you think I am, Fay,” he walking casually for the door. “After all, I’m going to let you say

goodbye.”

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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

Please just let me

is ending soon. “You can go home and say goodbye, Fay. Or you can just stay here and let him wonder where

the sight of the closing door, I get to my shaky feet and rush

takes me by

starting to come up, we pull up outside my small house. I had given the driver the address when we got in. The

jump from the car and brush past the body guards, throwing myself through the front door,

dad’s anxious

the three bodyguards follow

in his arms. “I was so worried –” he glances the men over my

up at him, desperate. “Please tell me this is all a mistake that he’s

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glances between me and the guards, who stand calmly in the room. They let us have our moment, but their threat is

dad is?” I say, wiping my tears from my face

can sense

the lapels of his pajamas.

Fay,” he says, looking down at me seriously.

is he, Dad?” I press.

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

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I say, shocked, my words hardly breath. “You know the truth

him, seeking to put me behind him, but

out a hand. “We’ll disappear,

one of the guards says. “I’m afraid that’s 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 and thrash, desperate.

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

over my mouth, and the two men lift up my dad and carry him out the front door. Deftly, without being seen, they tuck him inside the trunk as I’m

this as I scream and flail against the guards that climb into

use the chloroform again. We’d rather

Suddenly exhausted, I again burst again

driver. Without a word, he pulls away from

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get out of the

trunk to

you do this,” I ask, glaring at the mafia boss.

“Because I knew that if I let you say

course, that I did

your dad for leverage, you’d have clammed up and given him a chance to run. Honestly, Fay,” he says. “You’ve got to become a little more canny if you’re

ashamed and exhausted. He’s right, I’m

guard takes my arm and moves

to the chamber,” Kent says to the guards who carry my dad. Dad wriggles in their arms, but it’s half–hearted.