Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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I take a deep breath in through my nose, realizing suddenly that even though I’ve written him off a bit, Jerome is kind of a player in this game. Young, not with a lot of power yel, but that he could make moves, if he wanted to.

“What?” Jerome asks, seeing me study him. “What are you thinking?”

“Nothing,” I say, blinking and coming back to the present moment, folding my arms and tucking my glass of orange juice tightly in the crease of my elbow. “So, why are you telling me this? That Daniel called you up because he was pissed, or upset?”

“Because, Fay,” Jerome says, shaking his head a little. “He went to you first.”

My mouth falls open at this news and my stomach sinks with guilt. “He – he went to my room?”

“Yup,” Jerome says, nodding slowly. “Apparently, he and Kent were having a fight when Kent dropped the bomb about knowing that Daniel is…Daniel. And that fight was largely about you, and wherever you went with Ivan, and Kent letting you go, And Daniel went to his room for a little bit to cool down, and then he looked for you all day and he couldn’t find you.”

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realize that I really was unreachable, like a princess locked away in the dragon’s lair. “I left it in my room…”

quietly. “I don’t know…what’s going on with you. And I don’t want to tell you what to do. But

Because, quite suddenly, it’s all I really want to know. Here Jerome is, clearly at Daniel’s beck and call, nursing him through his fight with his dad and his inability to contact

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Daniel went to you for comfort only after he couldn’t find me? That he keeps you a secret? That he –

face falls and he leans back against the kitchen. counter, setting his glass of juice down hard and covering his eyes with his hand for a moment. A little sympathetic squeak works its way out of me and I’m quickly at his side, placing my juice down next to his and putting what I hope is a comforting

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on his arm.

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getting into, Fay,” Jerome murmurs, still not looking at me. “I…I knew.

pet his arm a little, looking up into his face as he moves his hand

nice to him, Fay? He’s