Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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“You will fall in line!” he commands, grabbing for my arm. “You are my daughter – you will do as I demand –”

“I will not!” I shout, ripping my arm from his grasp and angry enough to find my feet and face him as we stumble out into the

hall. “You have no right to make demands on who I marry – let

alone belittle me by calling me a slut when I’ve done nothing to –”

He silences me, then, with a sharp slap across my face.

I gasp, stumbling back, my hand instantly going to my smarting

cheek.

I look back up at my father, aghast. My real dad has never–ever in

my life – hit me. The rage it engenders surprises me as I clench my

teeth and growl, fighting the desire to claw his damn eyes out.

But, instead, I remember precisely who I am, and I stand straight,

hand and giving him a withering glare.

to say about that,” I say softly, looking him

to Romulus. “If you ever need to get

quickly, before anyone can interrupt. “You call

to my

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to run. And anyone who stays

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down the steps. Jerome is leaning casually against the waiting car but he jumps up when he sees me coming, pulling the back

into drive the moment I hurl myself into the

see my seething father stumble into the drive. Jerome does as he’s

road.

mumbles, glancing at me worriedly in the

gaze, still shaken. “Look

me a little laugh that warms my heart. He drives swiftly down the road for a few moments before speaking

like you

that…allowed?” I ask,

over his shoulder. “Lippert told me to take you to lunch, right? Who am I to take you

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