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?”

and give the housekeeper standing there a smile, accepting the folded clothes and the white box beneath. My eyes raise at that – the white box in the morning is new.

little. “You don’t

put it all together in his sleepy mind as I walk back to the bed. “Oh, gross, seriously? He picks

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

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ask about it. “Takes a lot of pressure off of

Fay,” Daniel

doing it since I moved in,” I reply, nonchalant as I admire the pretty blue and white dress with scalloped cap sleeves that Kent sent

me it’s him.”

Daniel whispers, all in a rush, and then collapses back onto

a little, but 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

pretty much every aspect of my life now. He decides what I wear, what I 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

dress onto the bed, looking at it. It’s a delicate, pretty thing – where

to go there?

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my head.