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.

snap up 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…

the little folded square I see sitting there. I fall 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 I consider pulling open the door to see who delivered it –

the idea, tearing the envelope open as my curiosity gets the better of

in the same neat, tiny handwriting that I found

corner in the back of your wardrobe, hard. Then come downstairs.

Destroy this note.

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What the hell?

I get to my feet.

and pounding a fist against the top right

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falls open when the wood clicks, a magnetic lock behind it releasing and revealing that the back of my wardrobe-

with a fucking secret passage that he never told me about. And then, my anger finding a new focal point, I dig my fingers behind the wood and swing it forward to reveal a very tight winding

damn it, Kent,” I growl, and then, crunching the note in my hand and not letting myself think about it, I climb through the door, pulling it closed behind me as

For My Ex’s

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