Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 142 

“Trust me, Fay,” he murmurs, his eyes on my mouth again. “This 

will be nothing like Girl Scouts.” 

I groan then, tossing my head back, letting him see that none of 

this is sexy. It’s all just so draining. 

“Whatever, Kent,” I murmur, looking up at the ceiling. “Can you just go away? I’m tired. I want to go to bed.” 

He surprises me by backing off. I watch him as he moves away from me, heading towards the door. 

“Seriously?” I ask, watching him as he twists the handle. “That’s it? No fight? No repartee? It’s that simple?” 

Slowly, Kent turns to me. “You’re tired, Fay,” he says. “Go to bed. You need your rest.” He takes a moment to consider me, though. To run his eyes over my tired face, my rumpled hair, my lips still swollen from the force of his own pressed against them not so 

long ago. 

“But simple? No, Fay. If you think this is over…” He just slowly 

shakes his head. 

With that, he pulls my door open and steps out into the hall, closing it behind him. 

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I stand still for a moment, staring at the door. Then I slump down 

onto my bed, pulling the box of cookies into my lap. 

Without a word, I eat the whole thing. 

The next morning I push through the door to the kitchen rubbing 

my eyes, still bleary from lack of sleep. Unfortunately, no matter how late you go to bed, the Lippert house is buzzing with activity as soon as 6 am. A knock came to the door at 6:30 – a 

housekeeper delivering my fresh clothes for the day. There was no 

getting back to sleep after that. So here I am, at 7 in the morning, needing coffee. Badly. 

I make a beeline for the espresso machine and am surprised to 

meet Daniel there. 

“Hey Fay,” he says, handing me the cup of espresso he just made. 

I accept it gratefully. “How did you sleep?” 

I shoot the shot of coffee down in one and hand the porcelain cup 

back to Daniel. 

“Not great,” I say back to him, and then I lower my voice. “Daniel,” I say. “We have to talk.” 

He frowns at me, curious and a little concerned. “Is everything all right?” 

“For me?” I ask, pointing at my chest. “Sure. Weirdly fine at the 

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moment. But for you?” I raise my eyebrows, switching the 

direction of my finger so that it points at him. “You are oddly in hot water today.” 

“What?!” Daniel exclaims, looking around at the others in the kitchen, checking to make sure we aren’t overhead. Then, he puts a hand on my elbow, drawing me closer to him. “What’s going 

on?” 

“Last night,” I say, leaning closer to him. “Whatever was going on in your room…your dad…” I bite my lip. Damn, I didn’t really plan how I wanted to say this. 

Daniel’s face goes pale though. He slowly looks around the room and then back at me with a level gaze, looking so much like his dad in this moment that chills run up my spine. “What?” he asks, glaring at me a little. “What does he know?” 

I freeze, then, realizing something very suddenly that I hadn’t thought of before. 

That what I’m about to say to Daniel…it’s leverage. That this is precisely the sort of information that these families trade on, that they hold over each other’s heads, that they use to keep each other in check. 

And if I wanted to, I could use it against Daniel to get something that I want. That I could enter this game of chess that they’re all playing around me. Stop being a pawn, and become a real player. 

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But the real question is, do I enter the game at Daniel’s expense? 

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