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

to say about that,” I say softly, looking him straight in the eyes. “And so, I think, will

eyes shift to Romulus. “If you ever need to

before

eyes to

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anyone who stays is a damn

2/3

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

moment I hurl myself into the back seat.

my shoulder to see my seething father stumble into the

road.

he mumbles, glancing at me worriedly in the rearview mirror.

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

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

like you need it.”

that…allowed?” I ask, curious.

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

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