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.

Good morning, beautiful. I hope you slept well. Any

sigh, really wanting to say yes, but knowing it’s

me a pic so I know

this news

Ivan sends me a picture of him with

do my

I reply to

sad. Check in with me

the screen. I’m eager to see it

reason for it.

came by this morning – gave

cried. Wish you

list of potential beach properties – insane!

gigantic white and blue beach house pops up next, along with

This one is my fav, though I’m

hot tub.

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help the smile that bursts out on my face. A bad lunch with my dad is definitely worth it,

reply.

But the biggest bedroom is for

1. got you that beach

reply is prompt.

Proud of

emojis of a cat with heart eyes, a peach, and an eggplant that, in combination,

my phone away, newly bolstered for the afternoon ahead of

1. me.

to my father’s house not long after and I see