Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 55

I’m alone in the back seat of the black sedan that takes me to

dinner at my father’s house.

I look up at the grey stone mansion and grimace, not looking

forward to this. I know that there should probably be some

curiosity in me, some desire to know more about my family and

my heritage. But honestly? Lorenzo Alden doesn’t feel anything

like my father. That, to me, will always be David.

Kent sent two guards with me and instructed them to stay by me

at all times. For protection, presumably, but also I think–to be Kent’s eyes and ears at the meeting. Alden is his ally, but I think

even the term “ally” in this underworld has some tenuous distrust

built into it.

I had begged David to come with me but Kent denied that too.

to himself.

enough, now I have to go into this alone?

to be a disaster.

get out of the front of

step out and sigh, wishing I was

else. The stables, preferably, getting

formally ring the

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my house – shouldn’t I be able to

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us a kind smile, and then

wide in

I stop dead in my tracks. The guards

into me.

asks – Jerome, I think. One of the friendlier

in Kent’s employ.

I murmur in response, staring around the room.

reality? I’m totally not

dream. I’ve been here before, I suddenly realize. I know things about this space – what’s around some of the corners, what things will feel like, what it smells like. Even the rugs are familiar

plush underneath my feet. The arch that leads into the dining. room – yes, I know that, and if I look just beyond it I’ll

filled with