Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 64

“But tonight,” Kent says, not noticing the face I’m making, “he wants all of his people, and all of my people, in a room together. And not on either of our turf – in an outside location.”

I glance at the invitation again and see, indeed, that he’s invited us all to meet at a local country club.

Kent continues to shake his head and Daniel joins him. “I just don’t like it,” Kent says pensively.

Daniel nods but I look between them again. “Wait,” I say, “catch .me up. What’s so bad about that?”

Kent says nothing, staring at me–challenging me, I think, to figure it out myself. But Daniel shakes his head and explains. “Fay,” he says, “when big families get together like this, sometimes other gangs see it as an…opportunity. Two birds with one stone, as it

were.”

“Or,” Kent says, picking up the thread. “Because Alden has greater numbers than us, he could see it as an…opportunity. To pressure us into deals we’re not happy making. It’s….

non–preferred.”

“Oh,” I say, raising my eyebrows. “Maybe we should…not go.”

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Kent shakes his head again. “No, he’s got us cornered there. He’s

already sent out the invitations to all of his people, all of mine. It’s

short notice, but…if I keep you from it, it will look like I’m keeping

you from your family.”

I nod,

I say, hesitating, “I could just

at me with

Then, he bursts out laughing.

hell, Fay,” he says,

little swat on my jodhpur–clad butt. “Go get ready!” he calls. “We’re leaving at 4:30, sharp! I want you two

I stare at him as he

I say,

his voice low and unbelieving.

look him, my eyes as

smack my ass?”

few hours later, Fiona is putting the finishing

she pins

entire scalp hurts, each strand of hair having been combed and tugged

sprayed.

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curled and swept up delicately off my shoulders that I look like I could be

that I can see both of our faces in the mirror. She laughs, then, giving me a kiss on the cheek and then whipping her lipstick off my skin with her thumb.

stand up and let Fiona help me into the little black cocktail dress she’s chosen for the occasion, the fabric shimmering subtly in the low light of my room. It skims off

myself in the mirror. “For

thing to look like a pretty pretty princess,” Fiona says confidently, zipping me up. “But

you’re meeting tonight. If you come in

girl,

look at me in the mirror and I’m surprised by what

the Mafia princess, tonight

who can wreck it all if she