Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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

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

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