Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 179

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At eleven, I walk through the door to the garages, a sigh on my lips. I see Jerome immediately, waiting by one of the black cars. He gives me a big smile, which I return unenthusiastically. It’s not

him – I just…really don’t want to go to lunch at my father’s house.

Jerome gives me an understanding little grimace as he opens the

back door for me and I climb in.

“You doing all right?” he calls over his shoulder as opens the driver’s door and sits down in the front seat, genuinely curious.

“Just ready for this to be over,” I say back to him, leaning my

head back and closing my eyes. Jerome makes a little grunt of

understanding and begins to pull out of the garage and down the

driveway.

When we’re on the road, I pull out my burner phone to send

some long–delayed texts. I feel safe using it in my room, but not

really anywhere else in the house. Not that my room is really safe anyway – Kent is very likely to have it checked daily, after the note from Fiona.

Still, better safe than sorry.

I’m pleased when I see that a text from Ivan is waiting.

I hope you slept well. Any chancel get to see you tonight?

really wanting to say yes, but knowing it’s impossible.

me a pic so I know

news makes

laugh, a few seconds later, when Ivan sends me a picture of him with an exaggerated frown, tracing

do my best

I

even when you’re sad. Check in with me later.

pop onto the screen. I’m eager to see it – she never texts first unless she has a

reason for it.

by this morning – gave us the deed to the

thrilled he cried. Wish you were here to see

also gave us a list of potential beach

picture of a gigantic white and blue beach house pops

my fav, though I’m really looking for

hot tub.

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bad lunch

reply.

whichever one you want. But the

1. who got you that

reply is

how you got it! Proud

the emojis of a cat with heart eyes,

away, newly bolstered for the afternoon ahead

1. me.

pull up to my father’s house not long after and I