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.

eyes darting to the bottom of my door where

nothing

No, wait…

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

idea, tearing the envelope open as my

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

corner in the back

Destroy this note.

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What the hell?

but intrigued, I get to

doors again and pounding a fist against the

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revealing that the back of my wardrobe- which I thought was solid – is actually a god

room with a fucking secret passage that he never told me about. And then, my anger finding a new focal point,

not letting myself think about it, I climb through the door, pulling

For My Ex’s

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