Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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I curl up then, in my chair, tucking my face into my hands, completely overwhelmed by the realization that the best I’m ever going to get in Kent’s heart is second place.

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And I’m absolutely terrified by the realization that I want to be first. I want to mean more to him I want to mean the most.

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Because maybe that’s what he is to…

But no. I shut down the thought, making my mind turn to other things. My brain trips over itself in its attempt to find something new to mull over, and cruelly – it turns to Ivan. To what he said yesterday that he offered me everything, and I’d picked an old, dead man over him. Someone who will never, ever love me.

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And suddenly I feel just…horribly stupid.

had

this seriously it?

seriously, seriously choose that? Just because Kent is hotter than Ivan- because that, I can finally admit to myself is true – but seriously, am I just a stupid girl who followed a hot guy down a path

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my imouth

I start to calm down. But what I need, I realize, is a distraction. A big

oul.

top magazine on the pile closest to my chair and drag it in front of my face, making myself flick through the pages and concentrate on the lewd photographs and the pulp fiction of a

myself to concentrate, and willfully pushing away my questions. about how much Kent loved Lenai, and whether I’m an idiot. who

and let myself be distracted from what are, arguably, the more important questions…I find myself starting to become

I came down here into this basement, I had been way too embarrassed to truly engage with this literature, not matter how much Fiona encouraged me. Plus, I had

of unlabeled black tapes – but then I decide against it. I didn’t need to compare his technique with other women to

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