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

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

shift to Romulus. “If you ever need

I say quickly, before anyone can interrupt.

my eyes to my father. “Because my mother

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to run. And anyone who stays is a damn

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throws himself 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. Jerome starts the car even as he sits

into drive the moment I hurl myself into the back seat.

shoulder to see my seething father stumble into the drive. Jerome does as he’s asked and

road.

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

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

swiftly down the road for a few moments before speaking again. “Come on, kid,” he says kindly. “Let’s get

like you

that…allowed?” I ask, curious.

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

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