Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 0352

“I'm going to sleep,” Daniel murmurs, turning away from all of us. “I need to...rethink my entire life. And my values. And particularly, the people with whom I associate.”

“Night, baby,” Jerome calls casually over his shoulder. Daniel mumbles something back as I snuggle closer to Jerome’s side. “He totally thinks Ivan’s hot,” I murmur.

“Nah, Daniel's faithful,” Jerome says, giving me another little wink. “Just like you. Like I said — you and Daniel are two peas ina fucked-up pod. Once you settle on someone? It’s for the long haul. You can’t even see anyone else. Which is all very much to my benefit.”

And I grin up at my friend, glad that someone sees the truth in me. But also wishing, very much, that I could lay eyes on Kent. Just for a little bit, to remind me of everything that I’m fighting for.

don’t know. Whatever tiny food comes next. “Guess I'll just have to fight for you,” I whisper to baby, too soft

routine. Daniel kisses me goodbye in the morning while I savor my single cup of coffee for the day, his own triple-espresso drink packed away in a to-go container. And then he drives himself — himself — to work with

every day with my father; instead, my father has Daniel moving around to a variety of the city’s shipping ports. There, he learns from my father’s best men to figure out the ins and outs of his international shipping businesses

with me. We all agreed on this, deciding that Jerome can function as my driver and my bodyguard on the rare

crap out of Daniel if he ever found out that he took Jerome, leaving a pregnant

doesn't really need the

whenever she wants some extra cash, or needs to dance, or just desires some male attention. Sometimes

city tb ang out with his old buddies, but most of the time he’s here with me as I hunch over the kitchen table, reading through legal paperwork, and histories of mafia families, and chess manuals.

getting anywhere with