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

–

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

up at Daniel, my mouth hanging open, not knowing what to say. My eyes flick to the

wants to have this conversation now. I just – I

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pushing past him. I hear him call after me but I ignore it. There’s a little guilt in me at this – I know that I haven’t been fair to Daniel

over my shoulder at Daniel

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

Daniel does next, though, I

dark of my room washes over me like cool water

to ease, my pounding

reeling. But as the minutes pass, and as I lean into the safety of my room, I’m able to start to put words to

damn it. God damn it. What the hell just happened?

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

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down the slick center of me