Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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I crumple the note and throw it in my trashcan, taking a deep breath as I head to bed.

Because if I go downstairs now, Kent will have all the information he needs: that I’m so pathetically desperate for him that I’ll come whenever he calls, no matter how much he treats. me like untrustworthy trash.

It will be, in its essence, permission for him to keep doing it. Evidence that he can treat me like that, and I’ll still come when he calls.

And as I lay down on the bed and flick off my light, I’m a little surprised by myself. Because I didn’t realize I had this much. pride.

Learning a lot about myself these past few weeks, I think, closing my eyes. And then I do my very best to clear my mind and force myself to sleep, hoping desperately that I’ll feel better in the morning. That things will be clearer.

And I almost make it to sleep – am in that half–daze pre–dream

–

state – when I jump to hear the intercom on my wall buzz,

it so rarely

comes through, stern.

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in bed, surprised, staring at the intercom as if I can see him through it. But I don’t get

Fay,” he growls. “Come downstairs. I want to talk to you.”

consider it – I honestly do. Because all I want right now is to fly through the house, and through all the doors, and directly into his arms for him to tell me that it’s okay. That it’s

I know that it’s not. And I sigh, desperately sad, because nothing has changed. It’s still just Kent snapping his fingers and me running to him, tongue lolling, tail

I’m precisely that desperate, heartsick puppy who wants to come back no matter how

I sigh, looking down into my lap, and then I jump again when I hear the intercom buzz a

eyes go wide as I hear him grumble a few frustrated curses, but then the intercom

knowing I’m too shaken to sleep now. So, I move to my wardrobe, and strip off my fluffy robe, and pull on the warmest, comfiest, least sexy pajamas I have – blue flannel,

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