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

had wrapped her arms around me and

upstairs as Kent got himself patched

what Daniel did. Or

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room and run a bath for me, stripping me of my clothes while I continued shaking. Then she helped

all right, baby Fay,” she murmured to me, using a cup to pour water over my head like

passively, that the water turned a little pink from the

staring at it.

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Fiona helped me out, bundled me into warm flannel pajamas – too warm for the spring, but so, so comfortable against my skin- and then tucked me into bed. Before she left, she opened a

holds a television and put on some mindless reality show at

extremely low volume.

you don’t have to sit in silence,” she whispered

I wanted to be alone,

that I woke up

1. me.

creak open. I rub my eyes, expecting to see Daniel or Fiona there, or the housekeeper, or the

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I see Kent Lippert standing

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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. “Come on, Fay,” he says,

little, resenting his command, giving him

surprise again – he laughs at me. “Don’t pout at

leaning against my door