Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 0365

“You weren't a shit spy,” I say, shaking my head. “You worked for years doing that, and Kent never suspected for a single second. My dad just convinced you that you were bad at it because he doesn't feel like he needs to respect you.

“What are you doing, Fay,” Fiona snaps, staring hard at me. "You are getting into some dangerous waters right now. And you might want to stop — because as much as I admit I don't really like your dad, and I think he's doing kind of a shit job making the right choices for this family? I am not ever going to betray this family.”

‘I’m not asking you to betray it.” I say, leaning forward and holding her gaze. “I'm asking you to...consider a change in leadership.”

“What.” she scoffs, laughing at me as she starts to shake her head. “What, you want me to follow you now, baby Fay? After you've had, what, three months of experience? You want to take over the Alden family business?"

“No, Fiona,” I say quietly, still holding her gaze seriously. “I want you to do that.” And her jaw falls nearly to the floor.

Jerome for a long, long moment before shutting her mouth, hard. “All right,” she says hastily, looking

and I talk for

the bar has filled up a little bit with some of its regular clientele — neighborhood folks, mostly, but no one who's paying a great deal of attention to us. Fiona serves a couple of beers and then comes back shakes her head at me, a small smile on her lips. "I always knew you had

sipping on the Shirley Temple that Fiona made me, “one learns a certain

you over his knee, did

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Daniel almost shouts, os cutting. the air between us with as slice of his hand. “No more of that! Toomuch sharing of things I {do not need to

are still laughing, hard, when the old beige rotary phone next to her starts to ring. She makes a move to answer it but

heart in my eyes as

you might say noc And that’s okay. But if you do.. could you please