Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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Half an hour later, I’m pounding up the front steps to my childhood

home and throwing open the screen door. I twist the doorknob

and push on the wooden door behind it, expecting it to fall open

with its familiar creak, but I bump against it when it fails to open.

Tears start to slide down my cheeks again as I suddenly realize

that it’s locked. Of course it is – we always lock the door in this neighborhood – and I don’t have my keys because they’re sitting in my old purse, which is back at Kent’s house.

I lean against the door with a heavy sigh, closing my eyes and letting myself cry more. It’s all just too much –

Suddenly, I fall inwards as the door opens.

“Who…” Janeen says, and then gives a little gasp as I stumble into the house. “Fay!” she cries, her hands immediately on my arms, steadying me. “Are you all right? What’s –” But as soon as I turn my tear–stained face up to hers, she wraps me in a hug and holds me close. “Oh, baby,” she coddles, “baby, don’t cry! It’s okay! What’s wrong?”

tight while I cry my heart out. She obliges me, shushing me softly and making comfortable noises until I’m finished. When my tears start to lessen, she gently peels me off her, crouching down to look in my face. “Fay,” she

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at my nose and looking around the house.

home?”

went out with

back for

“I don’t want him to know.”

what?” Janeen begs, her eyes going wider with wonder. I can tell she’s as intrigued as she is worried.

on,” I say, taking her hand and nodding towards the couch. “I’ll tell you everything

her feet and not letting me pull her into the living room. “With tears like that, we’re having this talk over vodka.” She gives me a wide–eyed look like I’m crazy for wanting to do this sober and I can’t help the little laugh

of me.

her vodka simply, with a twist of lemon, but she adds a little orange juice to mine, knowing I need something sweet to

my

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arm, our feet mingling in the space between us. “Well?”

it and