Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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I hear the sound of gunshots ringing out behind us, of footsteps-

At some point, something tugs on the back of my dress but then

it’s gone –

When we reach the treeline I look back, just a moment, and see that there’s a body behind me what tried to grab me –

Kent is about halfway behind us, running too, squeezing off live fire as he goes at dark forms chasing him from the club –

Suddenly, though, he stumbles, grabbing his arm-

“Daniel!” I shout, slowing, trying to turn back-

“Come on, Fay!” Daniel yells, gripping my hand harder and yanking me forward.

“But your dad –”

“He told us to go! Don’t turn back!”

I hesitate, but the decision is made for me as Daniel’s hand pulls me forward, locked around mine. I follow him, my breath coming fast and sharp in my chest, an ache rising in my muscles as I push,

push.

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As we go, it gets quieter. We run through a small set of woods, across the soft green grass of some golfing greens – even through

and over a tiny creek that stands in our way as we head towards another set of trees – this one larger, a copse of pine.

boughs, I fall to

my hands down on the ground as well, ignoring the spikes of old dry needles that press into my palms.

next to me, looking around warily. “I think…I think we may

them –”

nod, agreeing, but not really knowing whether or not he’s right. I concentrate on the ground, on getting air back into

emotions.

on my face. He’s much calmer than me, both physically and mentally. “How are you so okay –

shoulder. “It doesn’t get…better.

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last time this happens to him, or to me. This is part of the

when a dark figure comes into sight. Both Daniel and

says, coming forward and stretching out a hand. My fear subsides when I

says, rushing over to him. “Are

not deep,” he murmurs. “The phone is in my

to meet

taking the phone out of his father’s pocket and following his instructions. As he does, Kent turns his

head no, but then realize that I’m

I say, trying and

look down to survey my shaking limbs, “I don’t know why I’m shaking?”

on one knee so that we’re face to face. He looks me in

“I need you to take a deep breath,

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I don’t know why-

arguments. Just

lock eyes with him, taking in his serious face, his steely control. The gun still clenched in

start to shake

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speaking softly. “One,” he says, taking a deep breath in. I do the same, pulling as much air into my