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

hesitating, “I could just

looking at me with humor and disbelief in his

he bursts out

Fay,” he says, walking by me and giving me

he calls. “We’re leaving

Daniel and I stare at him

I

Daniel continues, his voice low and

eyes as wide

smack my ass?”

later, Fiona is putting the finishing touches on my

she pins the

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

sprayed.

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up delicately off my shoulders that I look

laughs, then, giving

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 my shoulders and cuts high on my thighs – definitely racier than anything

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

to look like a pretty pretty princess,” Fiona

know women like those you’re meeting tonight. If you come

girl, they’ll eat you alive.”

mirror and I’m surprised by what

I was the Mafia princess, tonight I am dressed as

Fatale. The woman who can wreck it