Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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I wake up the next morning to the sound of a knock on the door at six AM. I groan, blinking awake, and look sideways to see Daniel

doing the same in the bed next to me.

“Mornin‘,” he murmurs to me, rubbing his eyes. When I get up,

Daniel turns over onto this stomach, burrowing back into the

pillows.

“Lazy,” I chide, smiling at him and heading for the door. “What, you don’t get up to receive your own clothes deliveries in the

morning?”

“Clothes deliveries?” Daniel asks, peering at me. “Your clothes

are delivered?”

the white box beneath. My eyes raise at that – the white box in the morning is new. Then,

a little. “You don’t get clothes

sitting up and staring at me. I see him put it all together in his sleepy mind as I walk back to the bed. “Oh, gross, seriously? He picks out

of like it,” I say, shrugging and laying out the clothes I’ve been sent this morning, tossing the white box on my

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lot of pressure off

Daniel whispers, scrunching his

I admire the pretty blue and white dress with scalloped cap sleeves that Kent sent today. “I thought it

me it’s him.”

so weird,” Daniel whispers, all in a rush, and then

my laughter fades as I look carefully at the dress in my hands and wonder…well, wonder if I maybe got too used to this. Maybe I haven’t thought enough about how weird this actually might be.

do all day, where I go, where my money comes from, where my sister and my father live. And while I’ve accepted a lot of that as part of living under a mafia boss’s roof and enjoying the

bed, looking at it. It’s a delicate, pretty thing – where was Kent imagining me going

want to

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my head.