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 –

like Kent’s, but softer, younger

–

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

knowing what to say. My eyes flick to the door to my bedroom – there’s no part of

wants to have this conversation

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know that I haven’t been

shoulder at Daniel as I push open my door,

looking towards the stairs up to the third floor, putting things

I can see what Daniel does next, though, I press

and closing my eyes, panting a little. The dark of my room washes over me like cool water and I feel

ease, my pounding

forehead pressed against the door, my breath huffing hot against the white paint, my mind absolutely reeling. But as the minutes pass, and as I lean into the safety of my room, I’m able to start

God damn it. What the

it drop to the 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 between my

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hand, his fingers, down the slick