Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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Deep down, I know the choice isn’t his. But I weep bitter tears

ar

anyway.

Next to me, I feel Kent slump in his seat. I turn to look at him then and see him looking out the window then, more pensive than I had expected. I stare at him, at his stark profile against the light of the window. He doesn’t move or say anything, so I suppose he lets

me look my fill

He hangs his head, then, letting out a sigh. And, shocked, I note

that the lines of his face match Daniel’s. He feels guilt as well.

The next morning, I just laid in my bed and stare at the ceiling for

a long, long time. I skip breakfast and no one comes up to get me,

which has never happened before. I guess they’re giving me my

space. I’m grateful, I suppose, but overall…I just don’t really care.

Things moved quickly last night after we got home. The three of

us spent the rest of the ride in silence, but when we arrived at the

house everyone was expecting us.

made a beeline right for me – not even asking how Kent

she had wrapped her arms around me and

me upstairs as Kent got himself

know what Daniel did.

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for me, stripping me of my clothes while I continued shaking. Then she helped me to

to pour water over my head like a little kid. “Shh, baby,” she continued.

that the water turned a little pink from the blood

staring

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too warm for the spring, but so, so comfortable against my skin- and then tucked me into bed. Before she

put on some

extremely low volume.

have to sit in silence,” she whispered

the head. Then, intuiting that I wanted to

A few times in the night I got the sense that I woke up a little to someone peeking through my door, probably checking

1. me.

noon before someone does. I sit up when I hear the door creak open. I rub my eyes, expecting to see Daniel or Fiona there, or the housekeeper, or the chef- and

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see Kent Lippert standing in

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in a fine camel–colored sweater and black slacks. I’ve never seen him wear anything but a suit, I don’t think.

little, resenting his command, giving him a

– he laughs at me.

he says, leaning against my