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.

me – not even asking

had wrapped

himself

I didn’t really know what

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room and run a bath for me, stripping me of my clothes while I continued shaking. Then she helped me to step into the hot water and sit down.

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

a little pink from the blood washing off of me. Not my blood, of

help staring

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was growing cool, 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

a television and put on some mindless reality

extremely low volume.

you don’t have to sit in

head. Then, intuiting that I wanted to

that I woke up a little to someone peeking through my door, probably checking

1. me.

door creak open. I rub my eyes, expecting

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Lippert standing in my door.

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slacks. I’ve never seen him wear anything but

sink back into my pillows a little, resenting his

he laughs at me. “Don’t pout

me.” he says, leaning against my door frame. “It won’t