Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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“That’s not your concern,” Kent replies rigidly, turning to meet my

eyes again, his expression harsh. I huff a little laugh, opening my

mouth to say that it very much is my concern, considering I’m the

one stuck between these two families, but he continues on.

“Well?” Kent asks. “Do you want to go?”

I freeze and stare at him, my eyes wide, wondering if this is some kind of trick question. “Do…I want to go?”

“That’s what I asked you, Fay,” Kent snaps. “Don’t play stupid now, we both know you’re not.”

I don’t let his tone phase me, I’m used to it by now, and instead

simply stare at Kent, trying to figure out what the hell I’m supposed to do now. Because part of me – a big part of me – just wants to go to bed right now, to curl up in the dark and give myself a minute to contemplate this insane day.

of him standing downstairs, all handsome and cocky, waiting to take me away. The dangerous part of me – which

still another part…

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all I want him to do is to wrap

around me and tell me not to go. To pick me up, and

me downstairs, and tell Ivan to fuck off, and then

bed – wherever that is in the house-

sheets and –

you want me to do?” I hear myself ask, my

tentative.

my breath, wanting his answer.

studies me. I see him take a deep breath in through his nose and then sigh, shaking his

know. I can’t parse it. “I’m cut off from intel about your father right now, all my men are, and…things are getting complicated. It’s bigger than me and Alden- there’s a rift starting between all of the families…” Kent sighs and scrapes his hand over his face from top to bottom. “If you went, Fay, you could try to discern the sentiment.

such a business–like reply, that his motives for wanting me to go or stay have absolutely nothing to do with…us. With this afternoon. With

contracts. And that one of those contracts was to be a mistress, but the other

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