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?”

don’t say anything for a little while, just letting my sister hold me 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,

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nose and

home?”

went out with his buddies.

back for a

I say, nodding. “I don’t want him to know.”

going wider with wonder. I can tell she’s as intrigued

say, taking her hand and nodding towards

“With tears like that, we’re having this talk over vodka.” She gives

of me.

but she adds a little orange juice to mine, knowing I need something sweet

in my

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on the other side of the couch, her back against the arm, our feet mingling in the

it and frowning.