Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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The days pass quickly now that I no longer have entertaining Natalia and Alessi tying me up, and they start to fall into a familiar pattern. Breakfast with Daniel, then mornings and early afternoons at the stable, burning off my anxiety and my energy. Late afternoons are spent in my bedroom with Daniel as we pour over Kent’s strategy books and talk about our next moves.

And nights?

Well. Nights are where my real education happens.

Other things have changed in the house as well. For one, I finally got a lock on my door.

“Really?” I breathed as Kent came up about two weeks ago with the handyman to have it installed. “I get privacy?”

Kent just glared at me a little. “When have you lacked for privacy, Fay?” he asked. But I just rolled my eyes at him and gestured to both the door and the wardrobe, neither of which had a lock and both of which were available to him twenty–four hours a day. But he just smirked and ignored me.

“This isn’t the reward you think it is,” he informed me, coming over to where Daniel and I were sitting on the bed, books and a chess board spread out between us. “It’s – wait,” he says,

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study materials. “What are

studying, Dad,” Daniel said with

the semester is over for summer,” Kent reminded him, crossing his arms over his chest.

legitimate form of education, Kent,” I said loftily, bouncing down onto my bed and leaning back against the pillows, grinning at him. He flashed me a little glare of annoyance before leaning forward and looking at our collected books.

just straightened. “Put these back where you found them, when you’re finished,” he said. And then he turned

sarcastic little salute and rolled my eyes; his glare just intensified. But I smiled, knowing that he’d

who was finishing

here,” Kent informed him, nodding towards my bed. Daniel and my mouths dropped open.

a little appalled at

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with Alden so that he can convince the Italians that he’s a bigger player than he honestly is and that we don’t need to take him out. But in the

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eyebrows going up. And then I bit my lip, looking down at my hands

meant…