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.

says, reaching a hand

I get it.” She wrinkles her nose at

laughing at this, squeezing

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

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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

I gasp, ripping my hand from my face and glaring at her.

my hand go and sitting back in her chair. “What do

back in my chair, staring at

table.

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

like you were going to fuck him anyway.

do it?” I sigh, slumping in my chair and feeling

shake my head. “I have no idea how to play this, how to make this world give

cover my eyes with my

I can hear the smirk

like you made the mafia king want to bone

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