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.

had made a beeline right for me – not even

she had wrapped her arms around

Kent got himself patched

know what Daniel did. Or

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a bath for me, stripping me of my clothes while I continued

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

pink from the blood washing off

help staring at

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warm for the spring, but so, so comfortable against my

on some mindless reality show at

extremely low volume.

sit in silence,” she whispered to me, kissing

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

night I got the sense that I woke up a little to someone peeking through my door, probably checking on me, but

1. me.

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

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see Kent Lippert standing in my

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casually 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, stern but not unkind. “That’s enough.”

little, resenting his command, giving him a little

laughs at

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