Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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“How,” I whisper, frozen, staring up at Ivan. “How did you know…”

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And then his face falls as I basically admit it – this thing that he’s thinking, that he’s figured out. And I can see that I’ve really, really hurt him.

“Fuck you, Fay,” Ivan whispers, his voice harsh with hate.

“Fuck you for picking that old, dead man over me. He’s fucked, Fay,” he shakes his head now as he stares at me like his heart is broken. “And I told you that, and offered you everything. And you picked him anyway.”

And I reach out for him, desperately unhappy at his words – and to see him so hurt and at first he swats my hand away but then

Then Ivan grabs me.

And he wraps one hand around my waist, and buries the other in my hair, and pulls me against him, and kisses me like a drowning man. Like I’m the gasp of air he’ll ever breathe.

by it, and swept away, and confused

feel myself leaning into

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me backwards under the force of his emotions, kissing me like we’ve come to the end of a great

he lets me go,

–

his arms gone in an instant, so fast that I stumble back a few steps and Heathcliff shies a bit at my sudden movement. I put a hand out on the horse’s shoulder to steady

at the door of the stall, glaring

falling from his mouth like bricks. “Now. Immediately. Get out of the house this week, or…” he shakes his head and clenches his jaw suddenly, as if catching himself. But he hauls his gaze back up to mine

still staring after him, my mouth hanging open in

his shoulder. “He didn’t look to happy” he says, but his sentence is cut short when he sees my face. I haven’t moved, not at all, from my place next

the shoulders, his eyes darting

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a cliché, but you’re as white as

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