Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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I smile down into my cup of tea, enjoying the fresh herbal scent. My belly is full of scone, and I’m listening passively as Daniel explains the ins and outs of some new philosophical theory that he’s learning about for his class.

I don’t really care about it, but it’s nice to hear him think through something about which he’s passionate. It’s really a gorgeous day – the sun is shining in little pieces through the grape leaves that wrap around the pergola, and I lean my face back to enjoy the warmth on the soft skin on my cheeks.

Next to me, I hear Daniel laugh a little. “Are you even listening to me anymore?” he says.

“No,” I reply, smiling. “But that’s okay, it’s good to hear you talk.”

He laughs again, a soft thing, and then takes my hand.

“It’s nice, Fay,” he says, and I open my eyes to look at him, seeing him smile at me. “That you enjoy listening to me, even when you’re not hearing my words.”

I squeeze his hand and return his smile, considering him.

It’s funny – I was so in love with him for the few months that we were dating. Or, at least, I thought I was. Maybe “obsessed” was a

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more appropriate term, but either way, I couldn’t stop thinking

about how handsome he was or how much I wanted to kiss him.

Just to kiss him, small, chaste things. But I had wanted so badly

to treat me gently, love me, be kind to me. To treat me like

his treasure.

life–our life? It’s all

my ally in this crazy world. I want the absolute best for him and know that he feels the same about

away.

sad, really- the end of a love. I wonder, passively, when

in my stomach.

against the first thought that

to disrupt my

right, Fay?” he asks.

thinking about what my

me, slightly

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just seem… such a mismatch for this world, most

never left. Never just… bailed on

shrugs, a little uncomfortable. “It’s my home, Fay. My family, my world. I guess I don’t really have anywhere to

got all the resources in the world,” I say, leaning forward. “Honestly, aren’t you ever tempted to just steal, like, one of his cars, sell it on the black market for

mouth falls open at the idea.

– if you have access to that kind of cash, why not just take it for yourself? We could

the French Riviera, change our

drinking wine

we want!”

and gives my hand a squeeze before pulling his back to reach for his

Fay,” he says softly. “But it’s impossible.”

do it,” I say, my face