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,

for me

is that I want to do.

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horse.

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Jerome, who I made give me keys to the car, I pull up to the stables just as the sun is coming up. I park the Lexus in the spot closest to the barn doors

give some of the workers a happy smile as I rush down the aisle to Heathcliff’s

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

my horse, scratching his forehead

the shelf at the top of the stall and get to work, brushing Heathcliff’s coat until it shines and braiding his

a little thrilled at the anticipation

I’ve defied him, again. Avoided him, again.

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I have every expectation of seeing him later,