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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stone wall of the house. I gasp, turning sharply to look at

frozen in our

hell,” Kent says, striding forward

between us. “Is this?”

instantly recognize it.

Shit. Shit.

inside. It’s been opened – clearly, Kent has read it – but it still

of the

fear, I raise my eyes from Kent’s hand to hist face. I

back into the house. He’s angry, of course, but his grip doesn’t hurt me. He’s still

calls after him, coming into the house as well. “Stop! What’s happening! What did she-”

says, turning to look firmly at his

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in his tracks, seeing the look on his father’s

once more.

go- don’t do this

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

dangerous, “then I wouldn’t have to do this.”

forward, dragging me behind

Towards that small white

when I see where

my voice, throwing my

tiled

to move forward, tugging

and have to stumble after

through the door – heading down the

dim