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.”

and I nod,

say, hesitating, “I could just go…alone…”

looking at me with humor and disbelief

Then, he bursts out

a chance in hell, Fay,” he says, walking by me and giving

jodhpur–clad butt. “Go get ready!” he calls. “We’re leaving

at him as he

he…” I

his voice low

him, my eyes as wide as saucers. “Did your dad just

smack my ass?”

few hours later, Fiona is putting the finishing touches

she pins the

with some hairspray. My entire scalp hurts, each strand of hair having

sprayed.

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swept up delicately off my shoulders that I look like

our faces in the mirror. She laughs, then, giving me a kiss on the cheek and then whipping

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 my shoulders and cuts high on my thighs – definitely racier than anything she’s put me in before.

isn’t a little…risqué?” I ask, considering myself in the mirror. “For like,

was your dad, it was one thing to look like a pretty pretty princess,”

meeting tonight.

little girl,

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

the Mafia princess, tonight

woman who can wreck it all if she