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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we arrive at the car, quickly climbing in.

I fasten my seatbelt. “You just didn’t bring the very tiny, very

I tease, pouting a

peels out of the driveway, clearly eager to get us home as fast as he

for a few quiet minutes before

surprises me.

you getting into, Fay,” he

my brilliant reply.

asks, turning to me.

dad,” I murmur, turning to look away out

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shaking

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back to him, a little pissed now at being countered. Jerome, at

the steering wheel tight in his hands. “Just…be a mafia bride? Dress in

be happy with that?” I ask,

like I’m an idiot. “Who

be a mafia

he replies, frowning and staring out the windshield. “But I’m

little miffed at his

in expression that I’ve caught him