Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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“Trust me, Fay,” he murmurs, his eyes on my mouth again. “This

will be nothing like Girl Scouts.”

I groan then, tossing my head back, letting him see that none of

this is sexy. It’s all just so draining.

“Whatever, Kent,” I murmur, looking up at the ceiling. “Can you just go away? I’m tired. I want to go to bed.”

He surprises me by backing off. I watch him as he moves away from me, heading towards the door.

“Seriously?” I ask, watching him as he twists the handle. “That’s it? No fight? No repartee? It’s that simple?”

Slowly, Kent turns to me. “You’re tired, Fay,” he says. “Go to bed. You need your rest.” He takes a moment to consider me, though. To run his eyes over my tired face, my rumpled hair, my lips still swollen from the force of his own pressed against them not so

long ago.

“But simple? No, Fay. If you think this is over…” He just slowly

shakes his head.

With that, he pulls my door open and steps out into the hall, closing it behind him.

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moment, staring at

box of cookies into

I eat the

next morning I push through the door to the kitchen

no matter how late you go to bed, the Lippert house is buzzing with activity as

delivering my fresh clothes for the day. There

am, at 7 in the morning, needing

the espresso machine

meet Daniel there.

me the cup of espresso

gratefully. “How did

shot of coffee down in one and hand the porcelain cup

back to Daniel.

I lower

and a

pointing at my

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I raise

my finger so that it points at him. “You are oddly in hot water today.”

others in the kitchen, checking to make sure we aren’t overhead. Then, he

on?”

closer to him. “Whatever was going on in your room…your dad…” I bite my