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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protest as we arrive at

fasten my

device,” I

the driveway, clearly eager to get us home as fast as

road for a few quiet minutes

surprises me.

hell are you getting into, Fay,” he asks,

is my brilliant

here?” he asks, turning to

murmur, turning to look

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sighs, shaking his head.

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to him, a little pissed now at being countered.

he asks, gripping the steering wheel tight in his hands. “Just…be a mafia bride? Dress in pretty things,

that?” I ask, my voice soft and a little incredulous.

and staring at me like I’m

to be a mafia

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

little miffed at his

I can see in expression that I’ve caught him a bit. “Not born