Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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“Oh my god,” I mutter, my mouth full of crab cake, my eyes almost rolling back into my head with how delicious it is.

“This is…seriously, how do they get such good seafood up in the mountains? This tastes like it was

caught this morning!”

“I think it was,” Ivan replies, equally intent on a lobster tail. “I think they’ve got a guy whose whole job is to drive up from the shore in the mornings with the freshest catch. Then he goes back at night.”

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“A lot of lonely hours on the road,” I murmur, nodding seriously, “but he’s doing God’s work.”

I take a final bite and then, groaning, lean on the backrest of the queen–sized lounge positioned on my father’s third–floor deck, looking out over the scenery. We’re eating al fresco tonight and the view is…amazing. Just treetops and mountain peaks as far as the

eye can see.

As much as I resent my father

my cheek still carries the phantom sting of his slap – I have

to admit…his taste in vacation

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property is flawless.

Ivan leans back next to me on the lounge, our shoulders brushing. He holds out a beer to me, fresh from the cooler at his side. Smiling, I take it, twisting off the top and taking a swig.

“So,” I say, leaning into Ivan and giving him a little nudge with my shoulder. “What do we do now?”

turns his head slowly to me, his eyebrow suggestively raised, and I swat at

couple of

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you’re going to get

me, “and a multi–million- dollar

mine than

my point as he brings his beer

here, though,” I sigh, my laughter fading to a happy hum

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bringing me.”

chatting about nothing, as the sun fades over

I see a few early fireflies flitting their way through the treetops, the swoop of bats and owls as they start their nighttime prowl. I shiver, a little, as the evening grows colder, and Ivan wraps a warm

1. me.

and

in my stomach

else was keening me

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just a couple of hours

am I

me on the deck of my father’s house when only a few hours ago, his enemy –

was…

I am a

bad thing to be a slut? I

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I be sitting here,

like Janeen says – just give in to the impulses of my body and not bother with puritanical questions of shame –

right, Fay?” Ivan asks gently.

and realize that I’m panicked a little bit – breathing harder than I should be when I’m just relaxing