Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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The food at dinner does me no favors by being absolutely delicious. The salad is tart and citrussy, the lasagna creamy rich, the desert- coconut sorbet which Natalia annoyingly made from scratch–basically makes me moan when I taste it.

And I grudge every bite that I take, wishing to hell and back that I don’t like it as much as I obviously do.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, Fay,” Natalia says warmly to me once we’ve all finished, delicately holding the spoon that she’s been using to feed Kent sorbet. There’s a wicked gleam in her eyes. “I do like to see a girl who is not afraid to eat, no matter how much it expands her waistline.”

I do my best to hold back my glare as I slowly lick my spoon, savoring every drop. “Luckily,” I say, lowering my silverware leisurely to the table, “that’s not something I have to worry about, Natalia.” I give a little shrug. “Maybe in twenty, thirty years.‘

Her smile falters a little on her face and I decide that this little victory is the perfect note on which to make my exit.

“Thank you!” I say, getting to my feet and stretching my arms above my head in the growing dark. “This was lovely. Daniel?” I say, turning to him. “Are you coming up?”

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“Sure,” he says, getting to his feet as well and saying his goodnights and thank–yous around the table, as polite as he always is. Natalia, Kent, and Alessi say their farewells to us as well, but they stay at the table, turning towards each other as Daniel and I head to the door.

the handle, though, some of Alessi’s words

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go through the details

at me. I know, instantly, that he’s

further as Daniel pulls open the door and

Alessi saying something about plans, about a shipment –

father’s glare as well, and he hurries to pull me through the door, despite my silent protest.

closes the door to the patio behind

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Fay,” he shoots back, frowning at me. “There’s a reason they were waiting to talk about

say, looking up at him as if it’s obvious. “Which

like that,” Daniel says, putting an arm around my shoulders and guiding

snap, getting angry now. “Daniel,” I say, stopping in my tracks and making him turn to me. “We’re in bad shape. This is not the time

short version of what Ivan told me this afternoon – that there’s only about a week, maybe less, before something

Daniel says, sighing and running

he looks back at the door. “I hear that you’re anxious about this – but honestly, this is stuff that’s all best left to my dad he