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.

Fay,” she says, reaching a hand across the table

wrinkles her nose

at this,

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my eyes. “Oh my god, Janeen,”

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come on Fay, at least he looks like someone who is

I gasp, ripping my hand from my face

she says, 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

her and sitting back in my chair, staring at

table.

deal, Fay,” she says, gentle again.

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

how do I do it?” I sigh, slumping in

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 going to

my eyes with my

Fay,” Janeen replies, and I can hear the

sounds to me like you made the mafia

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