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

be kind to me. To treat me

his treasure.

learned about his life–our life? It’s all just… gone. All of those feelings have disappeared.

want the absolute best for him

away.

the end of a love. I wonder, passively, when the next time I’ll have a

in my

first thought that comes to my mind, ignoring it.

helps to disrupt my thoughts.

all right, Fay?” he

thinking about what my father said to me

frowns at me, slightly curious. “What

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a little. “Curiosity, mostly, I guess. You just seem… such a mismatch for this world, most of the

Never just… bailed

uncomfortable. “It’s my home, Fay. My family, my world. I

say, leaning forward. “Honestly, aren’t you ever tempted to just steal, like, one of his cars, sell it on the

mouth falls open at the idea.

shut the day we broke up – if you have access to that kind of cash,

to the French Riviera, change our names, spend the rest

our days just drinking wine and writing books! About

we want!”

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

Fay,” he says softly. “But it’s

could do it,” I say, my face eager. “I