Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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“Okay,” Fiona says, studying me in the last dress. She holds up the beaded Oscar de la Renta that was our other top choice, an incredible off–white beaded silk that fell heavily to the floor and made a fantastic shushing sound as I walked.

“This one?” She indicates the Oscar, “or that?” She gestures towards the incredibly romantic Caroline Herrera dress that hugs my waist with a tight bodice, the off–shoulder sleeves flowing down in to the flowing charmeuse of the skirt, which sweeps behind me in a five–foot train.

“This one,” I say, a little breathless, staring at myself in the mirror. I had never really been the kind of girl who dreamed about her

wedding before, but in a dress like this? I am actually starting to

feel like a bride.

“Oh thank god,” Fiona says, wiping a tear from her eye. “That was my favorite too. If you’d picked the Oscar, you’d have broken my

heart.”

I laugh a little as she picks up her phone, texting someone. I

realize, suddenly, that she’s messaging Kent – telling him to come down for final approval.

When the door opens, I turn to face him, biting my lip, wondering, passively, if he’ll approve.

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He’s looking down at his phone as he walks into the room but,

across the room from us, he glances up.

stops dead in his

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fear curl in the bottom of my belly. Does

the right choice?

stiffens, his arm dropping to his side as his eyes slowly rove over my form. I turn to him, running my hands

to my own and his mouth slams shut. He takes a step forward, his eyes burning, and,

one step back-

that of prey flinching

registers my fear, and wills himself back into

Fiona for

his

a mask, though,

be the

goods.

he’s the wolf, and I am his

some part of me, that

shift my position, then, trying out how this

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in my body, twisting my hips so that my thighs rub together

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see a muscle flicker in

her eyes flashing between us. “I guess you like it,