Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad
Daniel always dresses so nicely, today in perfectly-pressed grey pants, a shining silver watch at his wrist.
Wait, I think, narrowing my eyes and looking closer. Are those diamonds below the glass face?
I bite my lip, wondering why my boyfriend has a diamond watch. I mean, I’m just a broke grad student – is he rich?
There’s movement over Daniel’s shoulder, and as I look, my eyes go wide. “Daniel, there’s…a guy over there. And he’s staring right at us.”
Daniel turns to look directly at the brawny guy, well over six feet and chorded with muscle. His professional suit does nothing to disguise the roughness of his hands, the cruel scar that runs diagonally over his face, almost splitting his nos