Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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Damn it, but I don’t want to. A huge part of my knows that it would be the smart thing to do, but the other part of me…

I look my sister in the eye. “You’re right,” I say, a little grim. “I don’t know what it is about this world, Janeen. But I’m not ready to leave it yet.”

She shrugs. “I get it. I’m a stripper. Everything logical tells me that this is not a career path that’s viable forever, that’s not going to get

me a white picket fence and the American dream. But honestly, that’s not what I want anyway. Baby, you have to figure out what

you want.”

I bite my lip, looking up at my sister through my lashes, a little

ashamed of myself as I finally admit to myself what I want. What

I’ve wanted for weeks now.

Janeen steadily holds my gaze. “You want him.”

Slowly, I nod.

sadness and worry. “It’s not…the easy

she says, reaching a hand across the table and taking

“But I get it.” She wrinkles her nose at me. “He’s

burst out laughing at this, squeezing my sister’s hand

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to my face, covering my eyes. “Oh my god, Janeen,” I laugh.

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laughing harder. “If he were really ugly I would tell you to go, but come on Fay, at least he looks like someone who is going to rip your panties off and

from

letting my hand go and sitting back in her chair. “What do you think you two are going to do, play checkers?” She rolls her eyes

ignoring her and sitting back

table.

Fay,” she says, gentle again. “I mean, the way

going to fuck him anyway. May as

it?” I sigh, slumping in my chair and

if I did decide to do this- Janeen, I’m not as brave or savvy as you,” I shake my head. “I have no idea how to play this, how to make this world give me what I want. I’m

eyes with my hand

know, Fay,” Janeen replies, and I can

made the mafia king want to

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