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, understanding.

hesitating, “I

looking at me with humor and disbelief

he bursts out

says, walking by me

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

at him as he walks away.

he…” I

Daniel continues, his voice low

to look him, my eyes as

smack my ass?”

putting the finishing

as she pins the last piece into place,

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

sprayed.

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so elaborately curled and swept up delicately off my

then, giving me a kiss on the cheek and then whipping her lipstick off my skin with her

me into the little black cocktail dress she’s chosen for the occasion, the fabric shimmering subtly in the low light of my

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

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

those you’re meeting tonight. If you come

a little girl, they’ll

mirror

last time I was the Mafia princess, tonight

woman who can wreck it