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 heart would break. He had tried tried

on the

had just kept crying-

angry with himself for not being able to control

so something–anything–to make her

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

weeks. Tried

himself with his work and his plans, tried to ignore her when she walks by, the light lily scent of her

the air-

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

happy, sad, angry-

her eyes, that courage she drags up from somewhere deep in her soul – he loves to prod her,

felt, those few times when

her spying on him in the basement,

up the stairs, pinned her against the hall of her

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passion in her, then- the

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when she pounded her little fists against his chest. – god, he had wanted to turn her around right there, press her up against the wall, press the length of himself up against her ass as he slipped his hand beneath