Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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“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.

little kidney bean is growing into...a grape? I don’t know. Whatever tiny food comes next. “Guess I'll just have to fight

next weeks pass quickly as we fall into a weird little 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.

doesn’t work 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

goes, Jerome stays home with me. We all agreed on this, deciding that Jerome can function as my driver and my bodyguard on the rare occasions when I leave the house. I rolled my eyes at this suggestion at

want it that way. And he’d probably smack the crap out of Daniel if he ever found out that

as usual. She doesn't really need the money

or needs to dance, or just desires some male attention. Sometimes she stays out all night, sometimes she’s home, but she’s always here when I need her. Please read the original content

entertain himself. Someti ke Goestbae one the 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