Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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Jerome and I stay at my father’s house for the next few hours, until dark begins to encroach on the day, mostly because…well, I can’t think of a graceful early exit that doesn’t make it look like I’m not scurrying off to Kent to tell him everything my father just said.

Which, quite frankly, is exactly what I want to do.

Instead we stay for the next few hours, drinking Aperol spritzes. with my father and my step–mom, chatting lightly and watching as the Romulus runs around the back yard. The sun has already started to fall when Jerome looks worriedly at his phone and taps its face, asking me, silently, if I’ve checked mine at all today.

I shrug, silently letting him know I didn’t bring a phone. Jerome’s eyes go wide and he exhales a huge, exasperated breath, so I make my excuses and get us out of my father’s house as quickly as I can.

“Are you serious, Fay?” Jerome hisses, taking me by the elbow as we head down the front steps.

“You sure as hell sound like a Lippert now,” I whisper, giving him a little glare. “Why? What’d I miss?”

“Apparently Daniel’s been trying to reach you for hours,” he

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whispers. “You were supposed to be home, and dressed for dinner, 45 minutes ago!”

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told me!” I protest as we arrive at the

door behind him as I fasten my seatbelt. “You just didn’t

you’re my communication device,” I

as fast as he can

a few quiet

surprises me.

you getting into, Fay,”

is my brilliant

he asks, turning

dad,” I murmur, turning to look

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sighs, shaking

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spinning back to him, a little pissed now at being countered. Jerome, at least, I thought was

asks, gripping the steering wheel tight in his hands. “Just…be

with that?” I ask, my voice soft

and staring at me like I’m an

a mafia princess?” I ask,

and staring out the windshield.

interrupting, a little miffed at his implications. “Is that the

little, but I can see in expression that I’ve caught him