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

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He stops, looking at me curiously. “What is it, Fay?” 

But I lose courage, folding my arms awkwardly over my chest. “Nothing,” I murmur. “Actually, I’m not feeling well. I think I’m just gonna…” 

Daniel takes a slow step away from me, putting his hands in his pockets. “Of course, Fay,” he murmurs, his voice worried. “Whatever you need.” 

I give him a little half smile and then head to the fridge, taking out a bottle of wine and grabbing a glass from the counter. I don’t look at him again as I scurry out the door, though I can feel his eyes on 

1. me. 

“Coward,” I hiss, cursing myself as I hurry up the stairs. Damn it, at the first trial of this new, powerful me I totally collapsed. I dart into my room, pressing the door closed and taking a deep breath, closing my eyes as I steel myself. 

I know that I owe Daniel more than that. But damn it, Janeen and I didn’t plan what I was going to say to him, and he caught me by surprise. But I could do it – I figure out the best way to break it to him that I was leaving him for his dad – 

“Oh my god,” I mutter, flying open. God damn it, but this was so 

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I move across the room then, opening the bottle of wine and 

pouring myself a big glass. This was Janeen’s advice too – a drink for courage, but not so much that I get sloppy. There was, apparently, a fine balance. But I drink the glass of wine quickly, my hands shaking a little as I glance towards the door. 

I don’t know if I’m going to be able to find that balance tonight. 

I pull a new phone out of my back pocket – one that Janeen gave me this afternoon, one of her “burners,” she called it, that she 

usually uses to text her married clients from the club who want a little more anonymity. 

Kent took away my phone when I first got here, but things are different now. I’m not his son’s fiancé who needs protection anymore. I work for him now – not just as his girlfriend, but as his spy. And as such, I’m entitled to certain freedoms. Like texting my sister whenever I want. 

I send her a quick text now, hoping she can give me a little courage. My stomach is all tied in knots. 

Fay: Here now- part one of the plan went just as we want it to! Now, just sitting in my room waiting for him to respond?? 

A few seconds later, her reply beeps through. 

Janeen: You’ve got this, little sis! Remember – it’s about what you 

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want. Don’t let him pressure you into moving faster than you want 

1. to. Make him wait. 

I nod to myself, bolstered by her words. That’s right. It’s about me now. And I may have agreed to be his- his mistress- 

God, I’ve got to stop getting nauseous when I think that word – 

But he does not have any right to make me feel – 

I jump as a knock sounds on the door and freeze, my eyes going wide. Oh my god. Was that him? Does he want to…. 

I hesitate, waiting, but another knock doesn’t come. I put my wine glass down and slowly walk to the door. 

“Hello?” I whisper, sounding more anxious than I want to. But not reply comes. 

I lean down to peak through the keyhole in my door, but I don’t see anyone standing there. Curious, I twist the knob and slowly pull it open. 

Outside my door sits a white box tied with a red satin ribbon. I look up and down the hallway but there’s no one there. I quickly snatch the box, pulling it to my chest as I slam the door closed and lean back against it, my breath coming quickly. 

Then, my curiosity getting the better of me, I hurry to my bed, quickly untying the ribbon and pulling the top off the box. 

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I go still when I see that inside there is nothing but a confection of black lace. My blood turns to ice as I run my fingers over it, realizing what it means. As I lift it out of the box, trying to figure 

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out precisely what kind of lingerie it is, a little card falls from one of 

the folds. 

Dropping the fabric, I grab at the tiny piece of cardstock, unfolding 

1. it. 

The message is very simple. 

Put this on with your black Prada pumps. I’ll be there in fifteen 

minutes. 

I cover my mouth in shock, shaking my head back and forth as I read it again and again. 

Fifteen minutes? 

And then what? 

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