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

address, I hesitate to follow when Daniel opens the door and steps

dirty, apparently abandoned alley. “Are you sure this is…”

in his hand. I nod, trusting him and climbing out of the car 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 short woman dressed in her own tuxedo,

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says, smiling up at him with a slow

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you,” Daniel murmurs, walking swiftly past her and pulling me with him by the hand. We walk about five feet forward, passing through a velvet curtain, and then my head is instantly on swivel as I

other three walls. And then I gasp when I look up to take in the gigantic crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling as well as a second row of balcony seating, where people mingle much more than the

seats seem to be waiting for us. I’m still marveling as I

mine.

in the velvet wallpaper, the

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oil paintings on the wall that depict a

salacious

I turn to figure out why I see the

frankly intimate smile. “Welcome. What can

replies, sharp, and then