Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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“Get up!” I shout, laughing and grabbing a pillow, which I start hitting him with. “I’ll see you in twenty minutes at breakfast, lazy.”

Daniel grumbles his assent and climbs out of bed, stretching and yawning. I see him eye the white box as he heads for the door, and then he brings his eyes to mine, curious. I just shake my head. “You don’t want to know, Daniel.”

“You’re right,” he murmurs with a sigh. Then, he blows me a little kiss, heading next door to his own room to get ready. He pulls my

bedroom door shut behind him.

As soon as he closes it, I move to my wardrobe, my mind made

Even though I just said that I’d meet Daniel at breakfast, I actually have no intention of doing that. I pull some of my riding clothes out of the back of my wardrobe, as well as my shiny black boots. Then, I hastily get ready for my day, eager to get to breakfast before anyone else does.

more accurately, past breakfast, and to the

has planned for me in

what it is that I want to do. And today, I want

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horse.

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the sun is coming up. I park the Lexus in the

of the workers a happy smile as I rush down the aisle to Heathcliff’s stall, pulling open the latch to the door as I beam at my pretty

I oblige him, pulling a sugar cube from my pocket that I

horse, scratching his forehead

to work, brushing Heathcliff’s coat until it shines and braiding his mane. I take my time with it, relishing the feeling of having all day

the anticipation

him, again. Avoided him, again.

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expectation of seeing