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?”

will be a race,” Jerome mullers back, reaching for his door handle, “to see what makes him cut my head off

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glance at Kent again, and the laugh dies in my mouth. So I take

and glaring at Jerome, his expression clearly communicating I’ll deal with you later as Jerome heads back into the

door behind him.

Kent and then hesitating, glancing towards the door before stepping closer and wrapping my arms around his waist, needing a moment to feel him close to me. “I’m

kiss to the top of my head before letting me go and stepping back. His

you sorry for?” he asks, looking at me warily, clearly torn between

me – but suddenly, I really, really don’t want him to know. So I lie. “I’m sorry that I didn’t get more

bit. But he lets me continue, I think because he can see that I’m truly rattled.