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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he almost couldn’t take looking at her tonight, sitting there in her bed, crying as if her heart would break. He had tried tried to break the mood, to cajole her out of it, to scare her

the wall

had just kept

angry with himself for not being able to control himself. For wanting, even now, to dash

so something–anything–to

a right with Daniel had just

these past few weeks. Tried to distract himself,

to ignore her when she walks

the air-

expressions of her face,

happy, sad, angry-

she’s at her best when she’s angry, with that fire in her eyes, that courage she drags up from somewhere

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

in the

her up the stairs, pinned her against

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in her,

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there, press her up against the wall, press the length of himself up against her ass as he slipped