Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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When desert comes, we’re all stuffed. Too stuffed, really, to do justice to the incredible apple tart that’s placed in front of us and served family–style with cinnamon ice cream. We each take a few bites but concentrate, instead, on the cups of espresso that are served with the final part of the meal, each of us needing a little perk after so much wine and food.

“That was delicious,” Daniel says, leaning back against his chair and groaning, holding his little espresso cup in his large palm.

“It was,” I agree, smiling at him and then turning my smile politely to Natalia, who hasn’t said a word to me all night. “Thank you so much for organizing this,” I say. “It really was special.”

“Yes,” she says, sighing contentedly and holding my gaze. “I thought you deserved a final treat.”

I go still and feel Daniel and Kent sit up on either side of me, turning their attention to her. Neither say anything though, leaving it to me.

“Pardon?” I ask, cocking my head to the side just an inch and forcing myself to raise my espresso to my mouth, taking a little sip and not letting my hand shudder, not a bit.

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myself, my first instinct was right. This dinner is about me. Natalia’s just trying

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“It has been so wonderful to have a chance to get to know

but failing at keeping the anger and anxiety out of it. I glance at him and

“with each other, as with the family in Italy.” She turns back to Kent then, speaking only to him, as if this is not about me at all. “We have come to a decision,”

just as sorry as Natalia’s. “Kent, Fay, Daniel we are sorry to say it, but we have

the weak link. If you wish to continue receiving the support of the Bianci family,” he continues, looking to Kent now, “then we would oblige you

little guilty, as if he’s finally realizing that he’s talking about my father, not some stranger, “we will

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this man who has really been