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.”

appalled at the idea.

you’re naked,” Jerome

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quite bring to its full strength. “Kent’s much less likely to smack you

unconsciously moving to my

blush and smack him, telling him to shut the hell up, though I can’t help laughing

result, of course, is that by the time we both spill into the house we’re laughing hysterically at our new inside joke. But we both fall silent as we turn the corner

both of us and gives a

Natalia takes the lead in

she starts, crossing her arms and shaking

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learn to read a clock?

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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

my arm around Jerome’s, not letting him get away. “We simply…lost track of time. Jerome,” I say, looking up at him. “Will

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

waiting!” Natalia calls after me, angry

I say, waving a hand after her. “I’ll catch up! Jerome

in this shit,” Jerome hisses between his teeth as we get to the top of the stairs and he’s relatively sure the Italians can’t hear

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