Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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It’s almost dark that evening when I pull up to the gates to Kent’s estate. I spent the day with Janeen, planning my next steps, letting the sound of her laugher and warm advice wash over me like a healing balm. I also let her curl my hair into sexy waves and exchange my slouchy sweater and leggings for a pair of tight jeans and a turtleneck, all black. She spent some time doing my makeup too, transforming me into the smokey–eyed femme fatale I felt I needed to be to take this next step.

The gates slide open without hesitation and I pull the car through. Instead of heading around the back of the house to the garages, though, I curve around the driveway and park directly before the front door. I take a moment to steel myself and then step out, looking towards the guard I know will be standing by the door at

the top of the steps.

I don’t let my surprise register when I see that it’s Jerome standing there. Instead, I keep my face blank as I walk slowly up to the door and calmly hand him the keys to the Prius I borrowed that

morning.

“Next time,” I say softly, holding his eye. “I’m taking the Lexus.”

He blinks at me, shock and confusion on his face, but I brush

past, opening the door myself and leaving it ajar as I walk calmly

into the house.

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knock before I open the

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his mouth to admonish whoever is interrupting him, but he goes silent when he sees me standing there, my arms crossed over my

say anything as I cross the room to him. Kent just closes his mouth, watching me as I walk. I hold his gaze as I stop before him, my expression blank. Then, slowly, I lean forward and

when you are,” I purr, looking him directly in the

word, I turn and leave him alone in

parking at the front of the house, demanding a better car from the guard, delivering the contract to Kent

to take upstairs with me, because I have a feeling Kent isn’t going to let this rest tonight and I definitely want something to calm me

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as soon as I enter the kitchen. Daniel’s sitting right there, at our breakfast table, reading

Shit. Daniel.

I’d forgotten all about

up at me and instantly closes his

he breathes, relief all over his face as

you all right? Where have you

say, my eyes darting away from him. “I

sister-”