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

moment, I’m 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 around his waist, the taut strings only serving to emphasize his

lip while I look at him, I quickly spit it out

laying the plate in front of me. Shocked, I look back and forth from him

by a buttered slice

whip my head up to see that he’s

am surprised.

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

I nod and he looks up at his dad.

see it’s done,” Kent says and I follow his eyes to a gigantic vintage Gaggia Orione espresso machine in

Kent says, heading back to

start to eat, shaking

my plate is half cleared, Kent comes back with a tiny cappuccino that he slides next to my plate. I give him

in my chair, closing my eyes and savoring the taste of the bitter liquid that coats my tongue, balanced

when I see Kent staring down at me, his eyes somehow…

across my cheek and nose. Why is he looking at me

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– Breakfast with Daddy–2

like it,” Kent says,

hesitating.

says. “Adds notes of apricot and bitter almonds.”

thumb to my mouth to wipe a little fleck of foam from

me

anything except that you were treated like a princess in

captive than guest here. I’m fed good food not for my pleasure, but so that I’ll give my “father” a good report when he

my dad’s breakfast,” I murmur, suddenly angry.

back towards the Mafia King. “You only have one father now, Fay. You have no ‘dad.‘ Though

laughs darkly at Daniel too.

turn my head harshly. Kent’s

you,” I say, my voice shaking with anger and embarrassment, “you should be more polite to me. I’m sure my father won’t like to hear that I’ve