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.

accurately, past breakfast, and to the

have no real desire to hear what Kent has planned for me in that

that I want to do. And today, I want to see

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later, after successfully evading everyone but 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 – the one usually left open

aisle to Heathcliff’s stall, pulling open the

whinny and huffs at my hand, looking for a snack. I oblige him, pulling a sugar cube from my pocket that I snatched from the espresso bar when I snuck into the kitchen for just

forehead and then

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

little thrilled at the anticipation

I’ve defied him, again. Avoided

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every expectation of seeing him later, all