Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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Kent clenches his jaw at this and I can see him resisting the urge to come comfort me, to wrap his arms around me. He wants to stay mad because if he can do that, he doesn’t have to tell me anything.

“I can’t let you die like this,” I whisper, shaking my head, my fear bleeding through my determination. “Please, Kent, I want to help – if you just tell me

But it’s the wrong thing to say. Kent’s face locks down again and he turns away from me to pull on a pair of pants before grabbing for a sweater. “I told you, Fay,” he says, his words clipped. “I’ve got this under control. You don’t need to do anything.”

He glares at me after pulling the sweater over his head, tugging it down over his chest and stomach.

“Seriously?” I ask, as he stalks towards me, deliberately not moving from my place blocking the door. “I’m just supposed to sit around, looking pretty? Waiting for you to call me down to your room so we can fuck?”

“Precisely,” Kent hisses down into my face. I blink at him for a moment, not comprehending, and then my jaw drops open as I realize what he just said.

And then I can’t do anything but stare at him.

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Kent takes a deep breath and looks beyond me into the room. “Move, Fay,” he orders.

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staring at him in shock, in humiliation, in… well, in shame, I realize quite

little pet, his mafia mistress. I shake my head at him, knowing

by him, mortified at the insult, I do as he says.

He doesn’t look at me again as he strides back to me, and then

in my eyes as I hear the door to his office

slam.

long time, not wanting to touch. my emotions. Not wanting to… to think, at all, about

after a while, I

I realize how exhausted I

stand here all night.

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towards the door to the passage but realize immediately that that’s not a choice, because Daniel’s up in my room, asleep in my bed, and I don’t…I don’t want him to ask me what’s

Wrong.

go

there