Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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I only saw Jerome as I left the house. He was at the foot of the stairs as I tottered down them in the six–inch heels Kent sent me to pair with my outfit. Jerome had opened his mouth to say something, but I gave him a withering glare as I made my way slowly down the stairs and he just shrugged, holding out a hand

to help me balance.

I didn’t ask where Kent or Daniel were as we walked to the garage and he helped me into the car. We’re silent now as we drive, our relationship newly awkward. I glance at him, wondering if he knows that I know about him and Daniel, or if this new stiffness is about me leaving him stranded in the road when I left with Ivan

the first time.

No answers come to my questions, though, making me sigh. When we pull up to the restaurant – I do a double–take, surprised to see that it’s actually the same restaurant that Daniel took

me to a few weeks ago – Jerome grabs my hand as I open the

passenger–side door.

Surprised, I look back him.

“Fay,” he says, worry on his face, and I think – some real

affection as well. “Just be careful tonight, okay?”

giving him a little smile. “Thanks, Jerome.” A

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spreads through my stomach as he nods back to me.

got business to take care

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out of the car, closing the door behind me,

for Ivan.

with flutters. His six–foot, leanly–muscled frame is wrapped, for the first time since I’ve known him, in a chic black suit, his tattoos peaking over the crisp white collar of his dress shirt. Despite his ease

his power easily, like a jaguar moving through the jungle, totally confident in his status as predator, not prey. His eyes meet mine and flick over

as I

“You look…nice.”

final few steps I take towards him, making me hesitate and look down at

a frown. “You don’t like

slowly, still smiling but pausing before he replies. “He’s just really got

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burn in embarrassment and defiance

his voice.