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

looking him straight in the eyes. “And so, I

shift to Romulus. “If you ever need to get

kid?” I say quickly, before anyone can interrupt. “You

my eyes to my father.

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run. And anyone who stays is a damn

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me, but I’m already out the door, running down the steps. Jerome is leaning casually against the waiting car but

I hurl myself into the back

seething father stumble into the drive. Jerome does as he’s asked and

road.

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

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

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

like you

that…allowed?” I ask,

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

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