Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

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| mean, | didn’t get into any of the strategic books that Kent recommended for me, but my mind is starting to mull over some of the things that Kent said last night, especially now that I’ve got a little espresso in me to fuel my thoughts.

And while this little sundress is very cute, and fashionable, and the perfect dress for a day of summer shopping...it also feeds into everything Natalia says about me that makes me feel bad about myself.

Natalia already talks to me like I’m a stupid little girl whose role in this family is strictly as an ornament, if that. In many ways she looks at me as less than that — as a weight, a detriment, someone who cannot take care of Daniel (which she implies is my job) and a silly little nothing who distracts the men from their duties.

So showing up to breakfast today in sunflowers and ribbons? It only reinforces what Natalia already thinks of me.

Very suddenly, | shake my head and re-fold the dress, moving to my wardrobe to tuck it away for a better moment. Then | sort through the selection of clothing that Kent keeps stocked in my wardrobe at all times, pulling out a simple pair of tight black cigarette pants, a black belt, and a form-fitting green turtle neck

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My outfit chosen, | move towards my vanity and suddenly notice the little manila folder sitting on my bed which was apparently tucked under the clothes that Kent sent. Curious, | pick it up and flip it open, laughing when | see a printed real estate listing for a ridiculously gorgeous, ridiculously expensive flat in Paris overlooking the Sienne. At the top of the page, in Kent's neat and precise handwriting, is written “in exchange for no hands.”

| toss the little folder away on my bed, shaking my head, taking it for the joke that it is. Honestly, Kent’s much funnier now that he’s getting laid consistently.

I sit myself down in front of my mirror and quickly braid my hair so that it falls straight down my back. That done, | apply very simple, very serious makeup and quickly dress, glancing at the clock and realizing that I’m about five minutes late for breakfast.

Perfect, | think, slipping on my shoes and smirking a little as | head for the door.

As | push through the door into the kitchen, | see that Daniel, Alessi, and Natalia are already seated at our little table for two, which has been expanded recently to make room for our guests. Daniel is the only one facing the kitchen door and his eyes go wide with surprise when | walk in. | give him a little wink and then walk cooly past our table, heading directly famil

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machine. There, | take my time making a double and then — in a move I’ve never been brave enough to make before | stop by the table of old men who are always in the corner at breakfast time.

They greet me warmly, as if | do this every day, and | slide one hand cooly into the pocket of my tight pants as | ask how they are and talk playfully with them about their plans for the day as well as my own.

“Little Fay,” one of them says — an uncle on Kent's side, though. | don’t know his name and feel guilty about it, after all these months. | make a mental note to ask Daniel. “You come see us more often, okay?” He gently pats my arm before tapping his cheek, asking for a little kiss, which | give him with a laugh.

“Knock ‘em dead,” says Anthony, another of the crew. “Especially that flashy one,” growls the last — the eldest — glaring over at Natalia.

“I'll do my best,” | promise, giving him a big smile before walking casually away and bringing my coffee over to my seat next to Daniel.

“Well, Fay,” Alessi says, grinning at me. “You are looking very beautiful today.”

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Daniel opens his mouth to defend me but | speak over him, still not sitting down.

“Sorry, Natalia,” | say, tilting my head to the side in an apology | definitely don’t feel. “My plans have changed — | have a meeting today with a very important man. You'll have to go shopping on your own. Do you think you can manage? I can show you where to pick up the bus that takes you to the shopping center.”

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