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

softly, looking him straight in

my eyes shift to Romulus. “If you

say quickly, before anyone can interrupt. “You

return my eyes to my father. “Because

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And anyone who stays is a damn fool.”

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towards me, but I’m already out the door, running down the steps. Jerome is leaning casually against the waiting car but he jumps up when he sees me coming, pulling the back door open and running for the driver’s door.

into drive the moment I hurl myself into

to see my seething father stumble into the drive. Jerome does as he’s asked and peels off of his property and

road.

mumbles, glancing

still shaken. “Look who’s talking, Jerome,” I mumble,

down the road for a few moments before speaking again. “Come on, kid,” he says

you

I

at me over his shoulder. “Lippert told me to take you to lunch, right? Who am I to take you home hungry. Besides,” he says, hesitant, “you’re the boss‘

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