Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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What could he do. What, really, was the other option. Could he, somehow, claim her for his own–convince Daniel to give her up,

to move on to someone else –

Kent scoffs at himself, then, putting his hand over his face, disgusted. What was he thinking – trying to find a way to take his son’s fiancé from him? It was unthinkable, despicable. Daniel would never forgive him, and Alden-

God damnit, Kent had never been in such a tight spot. Had

never wanted something so badly, and yet had it so completely forbidden to him- in terms of morality, of honor, of political alliance, of family. Absolutely forbidden.

Yet as every day passed, Kent felt his control over himself slipping,

bit by bit. If he loses control of himself, he knows that he will lose

everything. And yet….

It doesn’t help, sometimes, when she looks at him that way. When

she half–lids her eyes and pulls her lower lip into her mouth. Like

she’s holding back too.

Kent slams his fist against the table again, forcing his mind away from the thought.

What the fuck was he going to do.

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At that moment, the door to the dining room swings open and

Fiona breezes in. “Hey baby,” she says with a big smile, settling into her seat across from him. “What, you couldn’t wait for me?”

She looks up at him, then, and her smile falters. She can see,

and she has

she wants to get out

says, narrowing his eyes

for you, when

far wall and notes. that, yes – shit –

through the door again, putting her

bread in front of

were on such

trying a small smile. “I’m sorry, I

further, and Fiona realizes she

been all apology – no joke. She

her mouth shut, looking down at her plate

bread out of its little basket, fiddling with

long–nailed fingers..

think,” Kent asks slowly,

as the man of this house,

and call?”

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shakes her head. “No,” she says.

been on

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down, that he’s being unfair to her. He doesn’t care, really, if she’s been late. But he’s so worked up–feels so

to take

continues, pushing his plate away from him. “You are not my wife,” he says, cruel. “You are here, eating my food, wearing the clothes I buy you, spending my money, in my house, just so you can give me

ever, has he stated their relationship in such stark terms. He never called her his girlfriend she knew it wasn’t really like that

her

watching the realization of his insult

onto her face.

really how you see me?” Slowly, she puts down her piece of

the feeling of power that comes when he sees her balk. “And right

there.”

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–” she says, going