Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 73

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.

a beeline right for me – not even asking

had wrapped her arms around

upstairs as Kent got himself patched

really know what Daniel did. Or care.

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

a cup to pour water over my

passively, that the water turned a little pink from the blood washing off of me. Not my blood, of

staring

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a long time, when the water was growing cool, Fiona helped me out, bundled me into warm flannel pajamas – too warm for the spring, but

a television and put on some

extremely low volume.

to sit in

the head. Then, intuiting that I wanted

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

1. me.

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 get the shock

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Lippert standing

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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.”

back into my pillows a little, resenting his command, giving him a little glare.

at me. “Don’t pout at me,

he says, leaning against my door