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.

looks around and shrugs. “I

again, to see Kent come around the corner from the cooking area carrying a big plate of food. I stare at

my lower lip while I look at him, I quickly spit

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

buttered slice of crusty Italian bread.

my head up

am surprised.

man if he can’t cook his own breakfast,” Kent says, glancing around the room with a proud smile. “A

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

Gaggia Orione espresso machine in the corner. My jaw drops – it’s probably

girl,” Kent says, heading back to the kitchen.

pick up my fork and eagerly start to eat, shaking my head at Daniel who

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

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

down at me, his

my cheek and nose. Why is he looking at me

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Breakfast with Daddy–2

Kent says, his voice low, possessive.

I say, hesitating. “Is there

“Adds notes of apricot and

I raise my thumb to my mouth

watches me do it.

don’t want Alden to hear anything except that you were treated like a

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

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

Fay. You have no ‘dad.‘ Though if you’re really missing it,” he smirks cruelly at me

laughs darkly at Daniel

head harshly. Kent’s fingers lose their grip.

my voice shaking with anger and embarrassment, “you should be more polite to