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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to look at Kent, standing there,

silent, frozen in our seats. This

striding forward and putting

between us. “Is

recognize it.

Shit. Shit.

been opened – clearly, Kent has

back of

with fear, I raise my eyes from Kent’s hand to hist face. I don’t say a word.

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

Daniel calls after him, coming into the house as

to look firmly at his son.

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in his tracks, seeing the look on his

once more.

her go- don’t do this

kept your

I wouldn’t have

again storms forward, dragging me behind

Towards that small

I see

voice, throwing my weight back,

the tiled

ignores me, continuing to move forward, tugging me

and have to stumble

door – heading down the stairs –

dim hallway, towards…