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.

and swept away, and confused –

feel myself leaning into him as

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of his emotions, kissing me

go, almost all at once.

–

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 myself, looking

door of the stall, glaring back at me like he hates me now.

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 for a brief second. “Or you’ll be dead, Fay,” he whispers. “With the rest of

him, my mouth hanging open in

didn’t look to happy” he says, but his sentence is cut short when

me by the shoulders, his eyes darting over my face. “Are you all

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but

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