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

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Damn it, but I don’t want to. A huge part of my knows that it would be the smart thing to do, but the other part of me… 

I look my sister in the eye. “You’re right,” I say, a little grim. “I don’t know what it is about this world, Janeen. But I’m not ready to leave it yet.” 

She shrugs. “I get it. I’m a stripper. Everything logical tells me that this is not a career path that’s viable forever, that’s not going to get 

me a white picket fence and the American dream. But honestly, that’s not what I want anyway. Baby, you have to figure out what 

you want.” 

I bite my lip, looking up at my sister through my lashes, a little 

ashamed of myself as I finally admit to myself what I want. What 

I’ve wanted for weeks now. 

Janeen steadily holds my gaze. “You want him.” 

Slowly, I nod. 

Her face falls a little with sadness and worry. “It’s not…the easy 

path, Fay,” she says, reaching a hand across the table and taking 

mine. “But I get it.” She wrinkles her nose at me. “He’s really hot.” 

I burst out laughing at this, squeezing my sister’s hand and 

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pressing my other to my face, covering my eyes. “Oh my god, Janeen,” I laugh. “You have to stop saying stuff like that.” 

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“What!” she cries, laughing harder. “If he were really ugly I would tell you to go, but come on Fay, at least he looks like someone who is going to rip your panties off and –” 

“Janeen!” I gasp, ripping my hand from my face and glaring at her. 

“Oh Fay,” she says, letting my hand go and sitting back in her chair. “What do you think you two are going to do, play checkers?” She rolls her eyes again. 

I sigh, ignoring her and sitting back in my chair, staring at the 

table. 

“It’s a good deal, Fay,” she says, gentle again. “I mean, the way 

this is headed, it sounds like you were going to fuck him anyway. May as well get something from it.” 

“But how do I do it?” I sigh, slumping in my chair and feeling 

defeated. “I mean, if I did decide to do this- Janeen, I’m not as brave or savvy as you,” I shake my head. “I have no idea how to play this, how to make this world give me what I want. I’m afraid- I’m afraid it’s going to eat me alive.” 

I cover my eyes with my hand again, overwhelmed. 

“I don’t know, Fay,” Janeen replies, and I can hear the smirk in her 

voice. “It sounds to me like you made the mafia king want to bone 

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you so badly that he called off your engagement to his son and 

offered you a horse, a beach house, and millions of dollars just to get in your pants.” I snap my gaze up at her, again shocked. 

She just cocks her head to the side and smiles at me. “Whatever you’re doing,” she says, raising her glass. “Maybe keep doing it.” 

“Yeah,” I say, laughing a little and wrapping my hand around my 

own drink. “Maybe I can get a private jet next.” 

We both grin at each other as our eyes meet, though I roll mine. She doesn’t, and instead holds her glass out to me in invitation. After a second of hesitation, I clink mine against it. 

“Whatever you decide, Fay,” she says happily. “I support you. But whatever you do, don’t forget that you’re doing this for you. Not for him. When it stops serving you? Get out.” 

I nod to her seriously, grateful for her wise advice. 

And then I drain my glass, leaning forward across the table to ask my sister to help me plan my next steps. 

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