Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 156

About fourteen minutes later, I study myself in the mirror, my

stomach a mess of butterflies.

I’m better than I was about twelve minutes ago, though, when I’d been sitting on the floor drinking directly from the bottle of wine, hissing desperately into the phone to my sister while she tried

talk me down. Luckily, the combination of alcohol and sister logic eventually pulled me together.

“Get your ass up,” Janeen had ordered me, “put on that little outfit, and take charge. You’re the boss, Fay, not him.”

“Right,” I had gritted through my teeth. “Except he’s a literal mob boss. And I’m just –”

“Nope,” she had interrupted. “Not today. Today you’re Fay, mob mistress, who gets precisely what she wants. Right?”

“Right,” I had growled, briskly hanging up the phone and grabbing the scrab of lace before heading for the bathroom.

Honestly? It looks really good on me, I think, turning to admire the way the cheeky little bottom of the lace teddy curves around my ass. I look – well, way sexier than I thought I would.

Suddenly, a light knock comes at the door and my eyes go wide.

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second!” I call, diving for the bed and grabbing the requested Prada shoes from their place on the duvet. Then, pulling them on, I kick the empty lingerie box

the door.

take a moment to close my eyes and take a deep

the boss, Fay, I tell myself, my heart pounding in

charge.

knock comes

my

My voice shocks me

I

That’s when I realize that I’m standing in complete darkness – apparently the sun had gone down completely

room, and then flicks a light switch by the door, turning on two dim sconces that hang on either side of my bed. The room is

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other for a moment, neither saying anything, and then Kent steps into the room and quietly closes the door.