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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the requested Prada shoes from their place on the duvet. Then, pulling them on, I kick the

towards the

moment to close my eyes and take

tell myself, my heart

in charge. Not him.

comes again.

my

I call. My voice shocks me by coming out

than I

opens and I see his figure standing there, silhouetted against the bright light of the hall. That’s when I realize that I’m standing in complete darkness –

on two dim sconces that hang on either side of my bed. The room is suddenly suffused with a pale orange light. My eyes go wide in it, seeing him standing there, one

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anything, and then Kent steps into the room and quietly