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,

mood and she has to

she wants to get out

for you?” Kent says, narrowing his

for you, when

clock on the far wall and notes. that, yes – shit – she

light as the chef comes through the door again, putting her

bread in front of

didn’t know we were on such formal

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

eyes narrow further, and Fiona realizes

The right choice would have been all apology –

at her

bread out of its little basket, fiddling with it

long–nailed fingers..

slowly, dangerously, “that I should

this house,

and call?”

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“No,”

have been on time.”

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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 powerless – and Fiona

to take it out

here, eating my food, wearing the clothes I buy you, spending my money, in my

terms. He never called her his girlfriend she knew it wasn’t really like that – but

called her his whore.

at her, watching the realization

onto her face.

to stop herself. “Is that really how you see me?” Slowly, she puts down her

the feeling of power that comes when he sees her balk. “And right now, I want you

there.”

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says, going