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

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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.

a beeline right for me – not even asking how

wrapped her arms

upstairs as Kent got himself patched up and Daniel

really know what Daniel

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

me, using a cup to pour water over my head like a

had noticed, passively, that the water turned a little pink from the blood washing off of me. Not my blood, of course. Kent’s.

help staring

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

holds a television and put on some mindless reality show

extremely low volume.

sit in silence,” she

on the head. Then, intuiting that I wanted to be

got the sense that I woke up a little to someone peeking through my door, probably

1. me.

when I hear the door creak open. I rub my eyes, expecting to see

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Kent Lippert standing in my door.

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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,”

resenting his

my surprise again – he laughs at me. “Don’t pout at me, girl,”

leaning against my