Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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I dash from the room, pounding down the stairs that lead to the second floor, my mind set on nothing but the safety of my room, my bed, my closed door-

But as I turn onto the second–floor landing, I slams into someone coming up the steps from the house’s first level.

“Whoa!” the person says, gasping in surprise and perhaps a

little pain. “What-“.

Frantic, I work to push beyond them, feeling and seeing nothing

beyond the tears in my eyes that stream down my cheeks. I’m a

bit feral now, like a rabbit doing anything it can to get back to my

warren – I’ve just got to get inside, where I can be alone –

“Fay,” the voice says, worried and stern. He grasps me by my

shoulders and I gasp, looking up, shocked to see Kent’s face –

no, a face like Kent’s, but softer, younger – Daniel.

–

alright?” he whispers, urgent. “What’s why are

my mouth hanging open, not knowing what to say. My eyes flick to the door to my

conversation now. I just –

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ignore it. There’s a little guilt in me at this – I know that I haven’t been

once over my shoulder at Daniel

stairs up to the third floor, putting things together. Does he even know

does next, though,

of my room washes over me like cool water and I feel my

to ease,

my mind absolutely reeling. But as the minutes pass, and as I lean into

it. God damn it. What the hell

floor. Kent standing in the doorway, looking at me like a wolf at his supper. Kent wrapping a leather cuff around my wrist. Kent pressing his hand

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down the