Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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I sigh a deep breath and gesture towards where she’s draping herself on Kent’s arm, laughing up at some joke he made.

“Come on, Daniel,” I say, my voice derisive. “Your dad is not that funny.”

“No, he’s not,” Daniel murmurs, seeing it himself. “Oh weird,” he adds, turning back to me. “My fiancé and my auntie, both competing for my dad.” He scowls and snatches the drink out of my hand now, draining it. “And no one going for me.”

“What,” I ask, laughing at him now. “Do you want Natalia to go. for you?”

“What?” Daniel gasps. “Ew, no, Fay

“Because,” I continue, laughing now, “you’re not technically related, and with how messed up this family tree already is, it could work –”

“Gross!” Daniel exclaims, standing up and pulling me with him, both of us laughing now. “Come on, we need a refill,” he says, guiding me back over to the bar. We’re both still giggling at the idea of Daniel getting together with Natalia, and I’m egging him on by imitating her Italian accent and thinking of things she’d say to him on their wedding night – how she’d boss him around,

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and the things she’d complain about when someone comes up behind us at the bar.

“What’s so funny,” Kent asks, surprising us, and Daniel and I turn as one, bursting into laughter when we see him standing there. Kent frowns at us, but not in a mean or angry way.

us having fun, but just… displeased to be

really know, and I’m laughing too hard to care.

I say, wiping my eyes free of a few tears of mirth as the bartender delivers my glass of red wine. “Just…a stupid joke,” I continue, my

wine?” Kent asks, frowning at my choice as I take the glass off of the

“Not you too. Can’t anyone just let me drink what

just thought on a summer night that something

prosecco

–

CL

I lose it again and Kent just rolls his eyes, deciding to ignore us. He pushes past us to the bar to get a drink. Daniel loops his arm through mine. “Come on,” he says, “let me

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my actual aunts and uncles

plan to marry?”

dirty little smirk and leading me

and happy chatter that fills the party. Daniel and I stop in our tracks, turning to see what’s happening, and for the second time that night I feel my blood go cold.

door to Kent’s family party is a large group of people

the head of the group, in a grey Gucci suit, is

him in black Armani, his crisp white shirt already unbuttoned