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.

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

says, reaching a hand across the table and taking

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

laughing at this, squeezing my sister’s hand and

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to my face, covering my eyes. “Oh my god,

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

I gasp, ripping my hand from

sitting back in her chair. “What do you think you two are going to do, play checkers?” She rolls her eyes again.

back in

table.

she says,

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

do I do it?” I sigh, slumping

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

Janeen replies, and I can hear the smirk in her

sounds to me like you made the mafia king want

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