Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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I look both ways, realizing that I actually know very little about

this house. There’s a linen closet next to my room, and then on

the other side there’s Daniel’s room. Beyond that is the room that Fiona used, and then some other guest rooms.

I blink, realizing that–really–I have no idea where Kent sleeps.

A smirk crosses my face as I wonder if he hangs from the rafters

like some kind of evil bat. That would suit his personality, for sure.

Thinking of the rafters, though, my eyes travel up the next set of stairs, which wind slowly upwards beyond my room.

I had asked Fiona, once, where they went, but she had dismissed

the question off–hand, telling me there was nothing up there but a whole bunch of junk in storage.

I consider this for a second, mulling over her words. What kind of

though? Especially if all of the family heirlooms and photo

kept downstairs in that

the hell did

–

look around for any evidence of prying eyes and then tiptoe forward, heading up the steps without

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material clearly at

hand, firmly grasping the round knob, and give it a twist

side. I make a mental note to ask Daniel what’s up there and, also, to look up some basic

below. Without stopping to let myself think much about it- lest I chicken out – I hurry down the stairs and push through

simply glide through as if this is precisely what I’m supposed to do as if, in

I push through the little white

noticed me going

this place doesn’t hold any terror for me anymore. My experiences yesterday got rid of those, replacing them

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a moment consider whether that’s healthy, really. Honestly, a girl like me should have a