Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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I bite my lip eagerly. “We could keep it simple, start small. Figure out how to get our passports, or get convincing passports made. Then, the next thing we need is cash. I have nothing,” I say, but then my eyes catch on the million–dollar diamond I’m wearing on my hand. “Or, well, I have some of this jewelry his dad gave me.”

He frowns at the ring on my finger, remembering–of course – that it was his mother’s. I quickly put my hand over it.

“Not this one,” I say gently. “This one, we keep. But there are

sapphires, other jewels. Just like… sitting in my room.”

He pauses for a moment, looking at me seriously, and then he

whispers his answer.

“Okay, Fay,” he says, very, very quietly. “I’m not saying let’s go. I’m just saying… let’s look and see. We’ll look into how hard it is to get the documents. Then, once we know more… we’ll talk again.”

I can’t help but give a little squeal of joy, and he smiles at my

excitement.

“Okay!” I exclaim. “Um, I don’t even have a passport though–do

you think we can get one?”

He considers it for a moment, opening his mouth to answer, when

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suddenly the door to the patio flies open, banging hard against

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house. I gasp, turning sharply to look at Kent, standing there, seething, his hands clenched in

I go silent, frozen in our seats. This

the hell,” Kent says, striding forward and putting

hand between us. “Is this?”

recognize

Shit. Shit.

poem inside. It’s been opened – clearly, Kent has read it – but it still has the tape on it, the same I used to stick it

the back of the

Kent’s hand to hist face. I

response, Kent just grabs my arm, pulling me up out of my chair and along with him back into the house. He’s

coming into the house as well. “Stop! What’s happening!

says, turning to look firmly at his son. “You

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his tracks, seeing the look on his father’s face. Still,

tries once more.

don’t do this

If you kept your woman in line,” Kent says, his

wouldn’t

forward, dragging me

the kitchen. Towards that small white door

cold when I see

my voice, throwing my weight back, digging

heels into the tiled

continuing to move forward,

balance and have

we’re through the door –

dim hallway, towards…