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

something to say about that,” I say softly, looking him straight in the

shift to Romulus. “If you ever need to get out of

before anyone

Then I return my eyes to my

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who stays is a damn

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lets out a bellow of rage and 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

the moment I hurl myself into

behind me and looking over my shoulder to see my seething father stumble into

road.

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

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

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

you

I ask, curious.

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

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