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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of with him. I sigh, tossing the phone back

about it.

as it always does at the half hour, and I head downstairs, ready 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 the trio of older gentlemen in the corner all give me friendly smiles

there yet, but I know I can wait for him. Jerome, doing dishes in the

smile falls a little as I get a look at 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 little and

a problem

back in my

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“That’s a nasty little tone for so early in

little pissed – 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 for his warning. Because if I hadn’t had his little tip, I’d certainly be thrown off and probably bowled