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,

in a foul mood and she

wants to get out of this in

you?” Kent says, narrowing his eyes at her. “Why

for you, when you

that, yes – shit

the chef comes through the door

and bread in front

were on such formal terms

says casually, trying a small smile. “I’m sorry, I won’t be

further, and Fiona realizes she

would have been all apology –

mouth shut, looking down at her plate

bread out of its little basket, fiddling with it between her

long–nailed fingers..

slowly, dangerously, “that I

this

and call?”

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her head. “No,” she says.

been on time.”

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being unfair to her. He doesn’t care, really, if she’s been

there to take

all,” he 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

never called her his girlfriend she knew it wasn’t

called her his

at her, watching the realization of his insult

onto her face.

really how

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

there.”

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says, going