Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

My ideal lover would be a guy who is not in a hurry to get laid, loves literature and books, and is polite.My sister says that such men are extinct in the 21st century. She accused me of always daydreaming about nerd stuff, which is why I still haven’t cashed in my v-card.I mean, why should I? I've never been in love before. I’m just waiting for something more intimate.But I'm living in a fairy tale now that Daniel has shown up. We've been dating for a few months now after falling in love at first sight at a bookstore.He's thoughtful and attentive and a good listener, which is often the role I play - after all, my specialty is counseling. He doesn’t try to push me to go too far too fast, which sets him apart from other guys and suits my own pace perfectly.Today, in the bookstore where we first met, I take a sip of my cappuccino as I look over my boyfriend’s tall, lanky form, his curly chestnut hair falling into his green eyes. Daniel always dresses so nicely, today in perfectly-p

I hesitate, settling down in my chair across from this man, sensing that I’m the doe to his wolf. It feels almost as if he could leap across this table at any moment and gobble me up.Daniel’s father is Kent Lippert, the Mafia King of our city. That’s why he has a bodyguard, that’s why he has so much money –I quirk my head to the side, still staring at Lippert, realizing that this is also why Daniel is hiding his sexuality – the mafia of our city are notoriously conservative, and family is everything. A gay son would never be accepted, especially an only son –God, he really did want me to be his beard –Poor Daniel, he’s got to hide everything he loves –Suddenly, I realize that the man in front of me is smiling, just slightly, his eyes moving over me as I stare at him like a deer in the headlights.I clench my jaw, reminding myself that he is the villain.“So,” I say, turning back to my papers, nervous. You’ve done this a thousand times, Fay! I remind myself. You could do this in y

The music pounds in the club and, I have to admit, I’m really starting to have fun.Janeen even dressed me tonight, which would usually make me uncomfortable, but I let her take charge. What she called a “dress” is more a sheet of silver fabric that falls across my front and then wraps low around my hips. It’s strapped together across my shoulders with a spiderweb of silver strings.She also curled my long red hair into waves and gave me shadowy makeup and full red lips. Looking at myself in the club’s mirrored walls, I feel…well, I blush to admit it, but I feel really sexy.Janeen sits down next to me then, laughing, waving goodbye to the man she had been talking with. She turns her attention to me, her eyes a little glazed.“You having fun, baby Fay?” she asks, giving me a wide, inviting smile. I can’t help but smile back.“Yes,” I say, laughing. But then Janeen stiffens next to me. There’s a man standing across the VIP area, his arms crossed, staring at her. As I look, he starts to

I’m in a daze, half in consciousness, half out of it –I hear a moan – did that come?I open my eyes, frowning. Where’s the car? I close my eyes against the warm yellow light of the room. I want to wake up, but I feel sleep pressing me back down –A prick at my finger – I jump at it, pushing away the hands that hold my arm –“It’s all right,” a woman’s soft voice says. “All done now…”Then, a man’s voice – I swim out of the darkness, propelled by fear. I know that voice.“…to the lab, I want fast processing. I want it compared to the bloodline…”I shake my head, groaning. I blink, looking around the finely-furnished room. I don’t know this place.I push myself up until I’m seated with my feel curled beneath me on a chaise lounge. I notice that I’m still wearing my club outfit, but someone has buttoned a man’s white shirt over top of it. As I put my weight on my hands, I feel pain in my finger. I look down to see a Band-Aid on it. What –Suddenly, a hazy memory comes back to me – a wom

The car pulls around to the back of Kent’s mansion and enters a garage. When I get out of the car, Kent is standing at the entrance to the house, his arms crossed.The guards move to the trunk to remove my dad.“Why did you do this,” I ask, glaring at the mafia boss.He looks me in the eye. “Because I knew that if I let you say goodbye, you’d tell the driver your address and lead us right there.’”I gape, realizing, of course, that I did precisely that.“Whereas,” he continues, “if I told you that we wanted to take your dad for leverage, you’d have clammed up and given him a chance to run. Honestly, Fay,” he says. “You’ve got to become a little more canny if you’re going to survive in this world.”I hang my head, suddenly ashamed and exhausted. He’s right, I’m too naïve.The guard takes my arm and moves me into the house.“Take him to the chamber,” Kent says to the guards who carry my dad. Dad wriggles in their arms, but it’s half-hearted.I twist as the guards take him away, but I’m