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,

he’s in a foul mood and she has to tread

she wants to get out of this in one

narrowing his eyes at her.

you, when you

wall and notes. that, yes – shit – she was five minutes late. Still, she tries

chef comes through the door again, putting her

and bread in front of

on such formal terms

small smile. “I’m sorry, I

eyes narrow further, and Fiona realizes she

The right choice would have been all apology – no joke.

at her plate

bread out of its little basket, fiddling with it between

long–nailed fingers..

slowly, dangerously,

That as the man of this house, I should be at your

and call?”

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Fiona shakes her head. “No,” she says. “You’re

been on

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down, that he’s being unfair to her. He

to take it

from him. “You are not my wife,” he says, cruel. “You are here, eating my food, wearing the clothes I buy

ever, has he stated their relationship in such stark terms. He never called her his girlfriend

her his

the realization of his insult break

onto her face.

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

his chair, enjoying the feeling of power that comes when he sees her balk.

there.”

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she says,