Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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Jerome is actually a big help, prepping the gorgeous green dress and shoes that were left on my bed for me, and then picking out some jewelry to match, as I apply my makeup as fast as I can and quickly unbraid my hair and pin it on top of my head. We manage, somehow, to get me fully ready in under five minutes.

“Wow,” I say, as I push an earing through my lobe and simultaneously slide my foot into the shoe that Jerome, kneeling on the floor, holds steady for me. “If you ever decide to quit being a low–level mafia lackey, you certainly have a career as like, one of those people who helps people get changed fast between scenes in a play –”

“I know,” Jerome says, smirking at me as he stands. up. “I grew up helping the ladies at my mom’s strip club make quick changes between their acts.”

“Really?” I ask, my eyes going wide.

“A story for another time, Fay!” Jerome laughs, putting a warm hand on my shoulder and pushing me gently towards the door, grabbing my little purse off the bed and shoving it into my hand. As I move towards the top of the stairs though, Jerome makes to disappear in the other direction down the hall.

“Where I start to ask, but he just shakes his head at me.

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there knows that I’m not

he’s saying and I grimace, realizing that I have to come up with some clever explanations later. But I take a deep breath, steeling myself and trying to be as cool and nonchalant as I can as

waiting below. “Shall we go? I would hate to

bottom of the stairs my fiancé offers me his arm and then, as a group, we set off.

restaurant to a semi–private balcony up a small flight of stairs that overlooks the rest of the restaurant. It’s the perfect spot – close enough to participate in the

is small and round, intimately sized for the five of us so that when Daniel seats himself next to me I find that our knees touch under the table. We’re all pressed close, family–style, so that

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doing here at this fancy dinner dressed in evening gowns and tuxedos. A little knot of anxiety forms in the pit of me as I look around at Daniel on my left, Kent pressed close on my right, and then

dinner? And what do