Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 235

I make myself a little espresso before heading up the stairs because, if I’m going to be up at 4:30 in the morning, I’m al least going to be caffeinated. And then the hours pass more quickly than I thought they would. I shower, fix my hair, and change into the clothes that are delivered promptly at six. I look curiously at the blue–and–white flowered dress and sweet pair of strappy tan sandals that Kent selected for me today, a little disappointed that it’s not riding clothes. He’s certainly not sending me to the stables, but where on earth am I going in this?

I’m ready for the day a little before 6:30, though, and so I grab my phones – both of them – and flick through the messages from Janeen, Daniel, and Ivan. Janeen’s are the most cheerful, just little updates on her life and pictures from the shore house. I’m a little jealous when I see those, wanting to be there with her and hoping I get to go soon.

The ones from Ivan…I just skim, not wanting to address the feelings they rise in me. There’s nothing big there anyway – just casual greetings and asking if I’m okay. I close them quickly, not wanting to reply. Not now, at least.

Daniel’s texts, however…I grimace a little when I see all fifty–eight of them. They start casually enough, but by the end I can see that he’s flipping out a little bit, anxious to know where I am but then also…well, a little mean when he figures out that

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sigh, tossing the phone back

about it.

hall gives a tiny chime, as it always does at the half hour, and I

in the past two hours, but not displeased. I’m starting to like the buzz and the energy of the place in the morning. I move quickly to the espresso machine, wanting another little jolt to start my day, and

hand, I head to me and Daniel’s little table. He’s not there yet, but I know I can wait for him. Jerome, doing dishes in the kitchen, gives me a little wink

him when he sits down. across from me. He looks – well, he looks like shit, quite frankly, unwashed with dark circles under his eyes. I lean forward a

“Do you have a problem with the

leaning back in my chair and raising

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nasty little tone for so

I realize that I don’t gasp and apologize as I would usually do. I glance quickly at Jerome, who watches us from the corner of his eye, suddenly grateful