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

hand across the table and taking

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

out laughing at this, squeezing

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

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I would tell you to go, but come on Fay, at least he looks

ripping my hand from my face and glaring at

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 in my chair,

table.

Fay,” she says, gentle again. “I

were going to fuck him anyway.

it?” I sigh, slumping in my chair and

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 afraid- I’m afraid it’s

eyes with my hand again,

know, Fay,” Janeen replies, and I can hear the smirk

to me like you made the mafia king want

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