Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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“That’s not the bad part,” I say, covering my eyes with my hand. “I

was fine with all of that – I signed that contract eagerly.”

I hear my sister flick through the contract to the end. “Well,” she

mutters, “this one isn’t signed…”

“Because that’s Kent’s second offer,” I say plainly, trying to keep my voice even as I peek through my fingers at her. Janeen quirks her head to the side, looking at me. “That’s the NDA he wants me

to sign. When he pays me an insane amount of money to become

his mistress.”

Janeen’s mouth slowly drops open into an exaggerated O as she

stares at me for a moment. And then I almost leap out of my seat

when she lets out a convulsive shriek of victory. “Yes! I knew it!”

she shouts, pumping her hands in the air, the contract flapping as

she waves it around. “I knew he was into you – I knew he wasn’t buying you fricking horses for nothing-”

“Janeen!” I gasp, shocked at her and a little appalled. “He has not

me this whole

Fay,” she says, cackling

says you naïve little baby. “He has been into you since the

shoulder just because

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who needs some

defensively across my stomach. But…damn it. My eyes flick to the side as

been aware of…something…between Kent

–

been brewing

and pointing her finger at me. “You know it too!” She grabs her drink off the table and takes a swig, falling back laughing. “Oh, this is the best! I fricking

“Well?” I bite out. “Just because he’s…into me…” I flick my hand, skipping over the details, “doesn’t solve this problem for me. What

taking another slow sip of her drink. I wait patiently, watching her, wondering what’s going

leaning forward a little. “What

want to

from her a little, not liking the clever gleam in her eyes.

out the word. “Do you want

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open and I blush terribly,

laughter again.

her drink up in triumph. “I knew it – I fucking knew it Fay –”

cry, kicking her sharply this time, but she just kicks me back. “Would you take this seriously?” I beg, and she calms down when she sees the very real worry on my face. She takes a deep breath, clearly working hard to contain her glee and look at me seriously,

down into my glass and feeling just as overwhelmed and upset and ashamed as I felt in Kent’s office. “I can’t