Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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“What?” I gasp, shocked. I mean, I don’t know what the rules are, but I’m pretty damn sure it’s not okay to go poaching other boss’s men.

Jerome just shakes his head, looking forward again, his whole body tense. “He wouldn’t be doing that if he didn’t know he could get away with it,” he murmurs. “And…soon.”

“Soon?” I ask. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Jerome continues, “that he doesn’t really seem to care if I go back and spill that to Kent. He’s not being careful anymore, which implies that even if Kent wants to retaliate for that kind of insult…”

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…my dad doesn’t think he’ll have time to do anything big enough to hurt him.”

Jerome nods quietly and my head turns towards the windows as I start to notice, out of the corner of my eye, that we’re drawing close to home. As we pull closer I notice that the limousine is waiting in the drive out front, which I know only means trouble. I swallow deeply, wondering what the hell I’m in for.

“Are you going to tell Kent?” I ask in a whisper, my whole body now as lense as Jerome’s.

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“Nope,” he says, shaking his head as we pull through the automatic gate. “You are.”

gasp, appalled at the

when you’re naked,” Jerome

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I can tell he can’t quite bring to its full strength. “Kent’s much less likely

on it,” I murmur, my hand unconsciously moving to my ass as my worried

with my hand when Jerome bursts out laughing and then I blush and smack him, telling

spill into the house we’re laughing hysterically at our new inside joke. But we both fall silent as we turn the corner towards the main entry of the house, where Kent, Daniel, Natalia, and Alessi are all dressed in formal wear, glaring

Daniel isn’t glaring. He smiles at both of us and gives

takes the lead

crossing her arms and shaking her head at me.

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read a clock? Honestly. We

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me. But something about it – about the smug way Natalia shakes her head at me, like she expected no less and actually thinks I might not be able to read a clock – makes me

Jerome’s, not letting him get away. “We simply…lost track of time. Jerome,” I say, looking up at him. “Will you help me upstairs? I

Then, I begin to walk towards the family, and then past them, and up the stairs, at an almost too–leisurely pace. Kent’s face, from what I can see, is totally blank. But Daniel grins, enjoying it.

calls after me, angry at my

a hand after her. “I’ll

wrapping me up in this shit,” Jerome hisses between his teeth as we get to the top of the stairs and he’s relatively

good all tied up in the Lippert drama. Besides, you secretly like it.”