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.

completely surprised by it, and swept away, and

I feel myself leaning into him

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against his chest, as he bends me backwards under the force of

he lets me go, almost all at

–

fast that I stumble back a few steps and Heathcliff shies a bit at my sudden movement. I put a hand out on

glaring back at

the words 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

him, my mouth hanging open in shock, even after he’s

to happy” he says, but his sentence is cut short when he sees

hurrying in to take me by the shoulders,

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white – seriously, it’s a cliché, but you’re as white as a

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