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

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I drink with him, of course, but I start to notice that when I’m on my second drink Daniel’s on his fourth. And on my third, his seventh. Daniel’s bigger than me, of course – he can handle more than I can – but still, I start to see his eyes go half–shut as the night passes and his words slur together. I don’t chide him, realizing that this is what he wants, perhaps needs, after our stressful evening. 

Daniel is…sensitive, I know. And while this is my first time at this “maybe my dad will get whacked for power” rodeo, it’s something he’s dealt with all his life. And perhaps the strain on him…I guess it makes sense, in a way. That he’s just so sick of it that all he wants to do is wipe it from his mind. 

And there is something about it that I find tempting – the idea that I could wipe it all out, too, for the next few hours, and face none of it. But there’s something else in me that wants to stay sharp, that isn’t finished with the night. 

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And as I see Daniel’s phone, resting on the bar, 

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continuing to light up with text after text, I realize what it is. 

“Give me that,” I say, reaching for the phone as Daniel signals the bartender for another round. 

“Ignore him,” Daniel suggests lightly, waving a dismissive hand. “Fuck Kent. Fuck Natalia. Fuck ‘em all.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I murmur, entering Daniel’s password (which I obviously have memorized) and clicking open his texts to find at lest six from Kent demanding to know where we are. 

I quickly type out a reply: 

Hey, it’s Fay. Daniel and I went out for drinks to blow off steam. We’re safe. We just…don’t want to be around them right now. All right? 

I wait a few moments and am pleased when a text comes right back. 

All right. Come home tonight. I want both of you here, 

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I send a little star emoji back, purposefully vague, and then slide the phone back onto the bar. 

“Seriously, Fay,” Daniel says, and I look up to realize that he’s been watching me. “Seriously, fuck Kent. He’s ruining our lives. Why do you even care if he knows where we are? Why do you care about him at all?” 

“Daniel,” I reply, frowning at him a bit. “He’s your dad.” 

“He’s a dick,” Daniel insists, and I laugh, shaking my head. “What,” Daniel continues, leaning into me a bit, “are you going to deny it?” 

“No,” I say, crossing my arms and studying him. “But… I admit that I am less willing to talk shit on your dad than I used to be.” 

“Because you have a crush on him,” Daniel murmurs, sighing ruefully and taking a too–large gulp of his new drink. “Which is still weird and gross. 

“” 

“Slow down on that, Mr. Green.” I advise, taking the 

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drink out of his hand and placing it back on the bar. “Besides, it’s not like your dad wasn’t on our side tonight, Daniel. He was just as pissed at Natalia and Alessi as we were.” 

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“Yeah, but only because it benefits him,” Daniel sighs. Then he looks up at me, his face perhaps a little too serious for someone so drunk. “Seriously, Fay,” he says, looking at me closely. “You don’t think he’d kick you to the curb just as easily as Natalia did if it stopped benefitting him? As easily as he did Fiona?” 

I bite my lip, hesitating, not knowing the answer and a little afraid of it.