Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 12 – Breakfast with Daddy–1

I spend a restless night in my new room. When the clock reads 7:00, a knock comes at my door and it opens without waiting

for a response. I glare and make a mental note to somehow get a lock.

“Ah! You’re awake.” The same woman who dressed me last night bustles into the room. “You’re already late, my dear.”

“Seven?” I ask, looking at the clock again. “Seven is late?”

“The household starts at five,” she says, coming over and starting to make the bed while I’m still in it.

When I head for the door in my pajamas, she makes a small noise of warning. I look back at her. “You’ll want to change, my dear,” she says. “This house dresses for its meals.”

No one is downstairs in the hall when, dressed in tight fawn–colored pants and a silky green sweater, I walk down the stairs. I hear some noise at the end of the hall and push through the little door there.

I blink in surprise as I suddenly find myself in a gigantic kitchen filled with people. There are mismatched tables scattered all around and, behind a low wall, a restaurant–sized cooking range. From it wafts the scent of breakfast foods – sharp with onions and rich with butter.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, giving me a happy grin and sitting back down in his place at a small table.

“Um,” I say – honestly, when was the last time I ate – but my stomach answers for me, giving a big growl.

He laughs lightly as I sit. “Good, we’ll get you something.” He raises a hand to signal someone by the cooking range.

The room is just buzzing with people. Guys in suits drinking tiny cups of espresso, guards pass with guns – big guns – passing through, housekeeping staff on their way to their jobs.

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Everyone is chatting happily, moving along in what is clearly a

well–oiled machine.

“Wow, it’s so busy in here,” I say, staring around at everyone.

around and shrugs. “I guess.”

shocked, again, to see Kent come around the corner from the cooking area carrying a big plate of food. I stare at the long white butcher’s apron wrapped

I look at him, I quickly spit it out and close my mouth.

laying the plate in front of me. Shocked, I look back and forth from him to the plate, noting that his apron is spotted with grease.

peppers, accompanied by a buttered slice of crusty Italian bread. It looks

head up to see that he’s smirking

am surprised.

Kent says, glancing around the room with a proud smile. “A breakfast he’d

forward. I nod and he looks up at his dad. “She takes cappuccino. Is anyone free –”

Orione espresso machine in the corner. My jaw drops – it’s probably the most gorgeous thing

girl,” Kent says, heading

and eagerly start to eat, shaking my

a tiny cappuccino that he slides next to my plate. I give him a smile

of the bitter

I see Kent staring down at me, his eyes

blush spreads across my cheek and nose. Why is he

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– Breakfast with Daddy–2

it,” Kent says, his

hesitating. “Is there something

“Adds notes of apricot and

his gaze while I raise my thumb to my mouth to wipe a little

me do

except that you were

remember that I’m more captive than guest here. I’m fed good food not for my pleasure, but

as good as my dad’s breakfast,” I murmur, suddenly angry. At Kent, but also

back towards the Mafia King. “You only have one father now, Fay. You have no ‘dad.‘ Though if you’re really missing it,” he smirks cruelly at

laughs darkly at Daniel too.

harshly. Kent’s fingers

be more polite to me. I’m sure my father won’t like to hear that I’ve been