Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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I groan again, pulling a pillow over my face in my frustration, not wanting to ask these questions and hating that I can’t stop my mind from going there. I’m still furiously upset and need to take out my emotions on something, so I kick my feet against my mattress again and again, hard, before falling back against it and continuing to stare at the ceiling.

The kicking didn’t work. My mind is still racing.

What the hell was Ivan thinking? In the moment, I really did believe him when he told me that he just wanted to get me alone so that he could warn me, to tell me to get out of this house. And honestly, that’s what my instincts still tell me now is true.

But Natalia did find us. Did Ivan plan that and just lie to me? Is he trying to drive a wrench between me and the Lipperts? Or between the Bianci’s and the Aldens? He’s played tricks like that before, like when he brought me to that mob bar and let me think that we were alone –

Or! Did Natalia just outsmart him?

God, what a mess not only Ivan messing with my head like this, but Natalia finding out, and then telling Kent, making met look not only like I betrayed him but like I was deliberately embarrassing him and Daniel in front of his family-

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I’m about to start kicking again, when suddenly I hear a knock on my door. For a split second I go completely still.

in my bed, my eyes darting to the bottom of my door where I can sometimes see the shadow of feet standing

nothing

No, wait…

to my knees in my eagerness to get it, dying to know precisely what it is, and as I grab it I realize that it’s a little sealed envelope. For a second

tearing the envelope open as my

pull out the little slip of paper and see only two short lines written there, in the same neat, tiny handwriting that I found in the books I read in Kent’s room. My eyes eagerly pass over them, and then my brow creases with a confused

right corner in the back of your

Destroy this note.

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What the hell?

I get

open the doors again and pounding a fist against the

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magnetic lock behind it releasing and revealing that the back of my wardrobe- which I thought was solid – is actually a god damn

he never told me about. And then, my anger finding a new focal point, I dig my fingers behind

about it, I climb

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