Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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Kent storms into the dining room, where the table is set for four. He sits down hard in his chair at the head of the table, waving at the place settings on either side of him.

“Remove these,” he says to the waitstaff, biting off the words in his frustration. “Have Daniel’s and Fay’s plates sent up to Fay’s room, they’ll take their supper there.”

The waitstaff give each other worried looks but silently do as they’re told. The chef comes out next, looking around the room.

“Sir?” He asks, his French accent heavy in the word. “Will you be dining alone?”

“Apparently,” Kent says, angry that Fiona isn’t here either. “Please bring it out.”

The chef nods, impassive, and heads back into the kitchen. A few moments later he appears again with Kent’s first course – salmon tartare with a small side salad and a freshly–sliced French

baguette.

Kent ignores the fish and reaches directly for the bread, slathering

it with butter as he sits back in his chair and thinks.

Thinks, inevitably, about her.

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her bed, crying as if her heart would break.

pounding on the wall

had just kept

for not being able to

those stairs and so

Daniel’s problem now, a right with Daniel had just asserted upstairs. Kicking him out and keeping

has tried, these past few weeks. Tried to distract himself,

his plans, tried to ignore her when she walks by, the light lily scent

the air-

wide–eyed expressions of her face, when she’s

happy, sad, angry-

drags up from somewhere deep in her soul – he loves to prod her, to push her, to raise that fire in her

it felt, those few times when he lost his control,

spying on him in

her up the stairs, pinned her against the hall of her room,

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in her, then- the defiance

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up against the wall,