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.

face falls a little with sadness and worry. “It’s not…the easy

reaching a hand

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

laughing at this, squeezing my

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covering my eyes. “Oh my god, Janeen,” I laugh. “You have to stop saying stuff like

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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 –”

ripping my hand from my face and glaring at her.

chair. “What do you think you two are going to do, play checkers?” She rolls

sitting back

table.

she says, gentle again. “I mean, the

like you were going to fuck him anyway. May as well get

I sigh, slumping

savvy as you,” I shake my head. “I have no idea how

with my

replies, and I can

to me like you made

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