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

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I groan again, pulling a pillow over my face in my frustration, not wanting to ask these questions and hating that I can’t stop my mind from going there. I’m still furiously upset and need to take out my emotions on something, so I kick my feet against my mattress again and again, hard, before falling back against it and continuing to stare at the ceiling. 

The kicking didn’t work. My mind is still racing. 

What the hell was Ivan thinking? In the moment, I really did believe him when he told me that he just wanted to get me alone so that he could warn me, to tell me to get out of this house. And honestly, that’s what my instincts still tell me now is true. 

But Natalia did find us. Did Ivan plan that and just lie to me? Is he trying to drive a wrench between me and the Lipperts? Or between the Bianci’s and the Aldens? He’s played tricks like that before, like when he brought me to that mob bar and let me think that we were alone – 

Or! Did Natalia just outsmart him? 

God, what a mess not only Ivan messing with my head like this, but Natalia finding out, and then telling Kent, making met look not only like I betrayed him but like I was deliberately embarrassing him and Daniel in front of his family- 

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I’m about to start kicking again, when suddenly I hear a knock on my door. For a split second I go completely still. 

And then I snap up in my bed, my eyes darting to the bottom of my door where I can sometimes see the shadow of feet standing 

But there’s nothing – 

No, wait… 

I jump up and hurry over to the little folded square I see sitting there. I fall to my knees in my eagerness to get it, dying to know precisely what it is, and as I grab it I realize that it’s a little sealed envelope. For a second I consider pulling open the door to see who delivered it – 

But I dismiss the idea, tearing the envelope open as my curiosity gets the better of me. 

I pull out the little slip of paper and see only two short lines written there, in the same neat, tiny handwriting that I found in the books I read in Kent’s room. My eyes eagerly pass over them, and then my brow creases with a confused frown. 

Press the top right corner in the back of your wardrobe, hard. Then come downstairs. 

Destroy this note. 

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What the hell? 

Confused, but intrigued, I get to my feet. 

I stalk to my wardrobe, throwing open the doors again and pounding a fist against the top right corner of the wood at the back – 

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And my jaw falls open when the wood clicks, a magnetic lock behind it releasing and revealing that the back of my wardrobe- which I thought was solid – is actually a god damn door. 

I shake my head with rage at Kent for putting me in a room with a fucking secret passage that he never told me about. And then, my anger finding a new focal point, I dig my fingers behind the wood and swing it forward to reveal a very tight winding iron staircase that heads straight down. 

“God damn it, Kent,” I growl, and then, crunching the note in my hand and not letting myself think about it, I climb through the door, pulling it closed behind me as I begin to storm down the stairs. 

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The iron is cold against my bare feet and I regret, for a moment, not bothering to put on any socks or slippers – but I let my anger warm me, building in me as I hurry downward, honestly getting a little dizzy as I wind my way down at least three stories 

I don’t hesitate when I hit the bottom, marching forward with my hands fisted by my side. There’s only one way to go anyway down the long stone corridor that’s dimly lit with florescent ceiling lights and arched slightly so that I can’t see what’s at the 

end. 

I pass door after iron door built into the stone walls, passively wondering what the hell Kent keeps in those, letting my imagination run wild and letting that fuel me even more so that when I finally come around the final bend, when I finally see him standing there in front of a set of stone steps, his hands shoved in his pockets, glaring at me already – 

I’m good and steamed. 

“What the hell, Kent,” I growl, quickening my pace, ready to rip into him. “You give me a room with a secret door?! Anyone could have broken in!” 

“Don’t be ridiculous, Fay,” Kent snaps back, “obviously I’m the