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,

giving him a withering glare.

looking him straight in the eyes. “And

to Romulus. “If you ever

quickly, before

return my eyes to my

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down the steps. Jerome is leaning casually against the waiting car but he jumps up when

I hurl myself into the back seat.

I shout, pulling the door behind me and looking over my shoulder to see my seething father stumble

road.

you ever not cause trouble, Fay?” he mumbles, glancing at me worriedly in

and then levelly meet his gaze, still shaken. “Look who’s talking, Jerome,” I

a few moments before speaking again. “Come on, kid,” he says kindly. “Let’s get you a milkshake.

you

that…allowed?” I ask, curious.

“Lippert told me to take you to lunch, right?

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