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

all of the family

downstairs in that little room

did

–

frankly, bored I look around for any evidence of prying eyes and then tiptoe forward, heading up the steps

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ugly brown plywood door, its shabby material clearly at odds with the fine woodworking in the rest of the house.

round knob, and

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

I might as well explore those below. Without

it either. Instead, I simply glide through as if

works and I smile as I push through the little white door, heading downstairs. Nobody stops me and I

noticed me going

place doesn’t hold any terror for me anymore. My experiences yesterday

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consider this, for a moment consider whether that’s healthy, really. Honestly, a