Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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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

to say yes, but knowing

have plans. Send me a pic so I

sad this news makes you.

me a picture of

me in the rearview mirror so I do my best to wipe my face clean, not

I reply

you’re sad. Check in with me later.

onto the screen. I’m eager to see it –

reason for it.

– gave

cried. Wish you were here to see it.

also gave us a list of potential beach properties – insane!

beach house pops

I’m really looking for one with a

hot tub.

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that bursts out on my face. A bad lunch with my dad is definitely worth it, if I can make my sister and my dad this happy.

reply.

you want. But the biggest bedroom

1. got you that beach house,

is prompt.

got it! Proud of you sis. Make that $$

with heart eyes, a peach, and an eggplant that, in combination, make

away, newly bolstered for the afternoon ahead of

1. me.

my father’s house not