Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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I steady myself a little bit in the car, and Jerome helps, realizing that I’m seriously rattled. So he does his best to make me laugh, cracking jokes and holding my hand the whole way home.

I’m smiling at him, grateful, as we drive through the gate and head for the garages at the back of the house.

“You all right, Fay?” he asks quietly as we pull into the garage and he parks the car.

“Yeah,” I say, and then I take a deep breath. “Thanks, Jerome,” I say, giving his hand a squeeze as I move to undo my seatbelt. He’s about to crack another joke in reply when I see him go

still and then feel him rip his hand from mine. Confused, curious, I turn towards the windshield and see Kent standing there, glaring at both of us.

“Shit,” I murmur, moving slowly and talking fast as I realize that Kent just saw Jerome holding my hand. “Can you please just tell him that you’re sleeping with Daniel? So that he doesn’t kill you?”

race,” Jerome mullers back, reaching for his door handle, “to see what makes him cut my head off faster: the sight of me holding your hand, or

son.”

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and the laugh dies in my mouth. So I take another deep breath and step

Fay,” Kent says, stepping closer to me and glaring at Jerome, his expression clearly communicating I’ll deal with you

door behind him.

door before stepping closer and wrapping my

my head before letting me go and stepping back. His expression is sorry, I can read his regret

looking at me warily, clearly torn between being worried for me and

a little. I’m sorry because I broke the rules – I let Ivan touch me – but suddenly, I really, really don’t want him to know.

think because he can see that I’m truly rattled. “What did you get, Fay?” he asks, his posture shifting as he realizes that