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 fists at his side.

Daniel and I go silent, frozen in

striding forward and

hand between us. “Is this?”

instantly recognize

Shit. Shit.

me for Alden, that cryptic poem inside. It’s been opened – clearly, Kent has read it – but it still has the tape on it, the same I used

back of the desk.

with fear, I raise my eyes from Kent’s hand

grabs my arm, pulling me up out of my chair and along with him back into the house. He’s angry, of course, but his grip doesn’t hurt me. He’s still

house as well. “Stop! What’s happening! What did she-”

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

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seeing the look on his

once more.

don’t do this –”

here. If you kept your woman in

I wouldn’t have to do

again storms forward,

small white door in

goes cold when I see where we’re heading.

I say, finding my voice, throwing my weight back,

the tiled floor. “Please, no!”

me, continuing to move forward, tugging me

my balance and

– heading down

the little dim hallway, towards…