Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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Daniel – ever solicitous – slips off his jacket and sets it lightly around my shoulders.

I look up at Daniel with gratitude and see him looking down at me already, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, Fay,” he says as the cab pulls up, moving forward to open the door for me. “I can’t believe that just happened – you know I’d never –”

“It’s okay,” I say, cutting him off as I climb into the car and move over so that Daniel can get in too, though I know the appropriate thing to do would be to let him close my door and move around to the other side to climb in himself. I don’t care about what’s appropriate, though – I just want to get out of here. Fast.

Daniel slides in with me and I lean against him as soon as he pulls the door shut, wanting his steady presence and his warmth. He wraps an arm around me as he gives the driver orders, though the address he tells him is certainly not home.

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“Where are we going?” I ask, looking up at him.

“For a drink,” Daniel growls, glaring forward at nothing as the cab pulls away from the restaurant. “I need a drink.”

I nod and settle against him, realizing that I very, very much want that as well right now.

drink sounds absolutely fucking perfect.

to the address, I hesitate to

the dirty, apparently abandoned alley. “Are you

as Daniel leans through the passenger window to hand the driver some cash. Then, once the driver pulls away again, Daniel walks to a steel door that’s painted a rusty shade of red,

the door opens quickly to reveal a short woman

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Mr. Green,” she says, smiling up at him with a

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passing through a velvet curtain, and then my head is instantly on swivel as I gasp and look

gorgeous mahogany bar on the left side of the room and the small, discreet booths that are built into the other three walls. And then I gasp when I look up to take in the gigantic

bar, where two seats seem to be waiting for us. I’m still marveling

mine.

in the velvet wallpaper, the

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paintings on the wall

people in salacious

though, and when I turn to figure out why I see the very handsome

slow and frankly intimate smile. “Welcome.

and then turns