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I corrected, and he just gave me a warm smile. He's cute, really cute, and his height and muscular body added to the spice. As we headed down, I could now connect everything, from what Natty told me to why Lily had come to Lucas for help instead of going to the police. Now I know why I cannot find much about his past on the internet. My ex-boyfriend's dad was a fucking mafia boss. That's interesting and scary at the same time. "Are you scared of the Boss now?" He asked, and I just shrugged and asked back,

"Consider this payback. Your father's medicine shipment is overdue. I had no choice but to come collect." "That has nothing to do with me! I had no idea what my father was doing—" "No idea? Weren't you just boasting about being your father's favorite son?" Landon panicked as he looked at Tyler's ghastly face. "Maybe I should just kill you. Send your father a little message?" "No, no! Please! I'll do anything! I swear I…my father will honor any deal from now on!"

There was heat in my voice, and my father looked at me in surprise. “I didn’t know Harper had a boyfriend. In that case, let’s drop the matter. I didn’t expect you to remember what happened twenty years ago. But you’re right, even if we allied with the Contis, eventually we’d need to determine who’s in charge. Marco, I hope you’ll dominate the North American mafia and become a true king.” “I will, Father.” I left the study. As I passed the rooms on the second floor, I paused, hearing her excited chatter inside.

I said You don't have a career anymore ,so drop the excuse he respondedblankly. what ???I asked well , let me explain it to you , your job now is to get married to me and give an heir and also look after the house , there is nothing like career to women in the mafia he explained calmly. "And least I forget , we are visiting my parents tonight and I will advice you to be on your best behavior,my Dad does not take shit from anyone especially from a random woman and you will be required to cook , I hope you know how to ?" he said with an evil smirk

I am so grateful and so happy to have such wonderful people in my corner. Falling For My Ex's Dad is coming to an end soon, but this is only part of the journey. It’s actually going to be a series, and the next part will be coming very soon. Thank you for following this story with me, I can’t wait to share what’s next. I know I’ve only been posting one chapter a day lately, and I apologize for the slower updates. The reason is that I’ve been working hard on my brand-new book: Forced to be the Mafia King’s Bride.

“I don’t want you to live the same life as him, constantly at risk of dying. I just want you to find a suitable man to entrust your future to, and River seems like he would be that man.” I grit my teeth in anger, my hands balling into fists. “Do you want me to be like you, Mom?” I asked with venom dripping into my voice. “A housewife who gets no respect, always submissive at home?” I paused, wanting my words to hurt her like hers hurt me, then added, “Dad has a bunch of lovers outside. Is he really someone worth entrusting my future to? Or have you forgotten that the only reason either of us is here is that Dad’s first wife was killed in a mafia-conflict shooting?"

I don't give a damn. "Congratulations Mr. Dante Romano. I can finally say whatever I want to say to your face. You're a selfish, self-centered, and ungrateful man. You don't know how lucky you are to have Aria. A lot of families are dying to have a child. Ready to spend all their money on getting one. You have that luck yet you're misleading the privileged. You don't know the value of family, Dante!" The next thing that followed was his hand circling my neck with a raging eye on mine.

My eyes follow the way his shoulders shift beneath the fabric of his uniform, the way that the guards quail, a little, as they unlock the cuffs on his hands. I gasp as my eyes finally fall on Lippert’s face, my mouth going dry. His dark hair falling over his forehead, his square jaw, the deep frown lines etched over green eyes – oh my god. I’ve seen this man before. I saw him today, in a picture on my boyfriend’s phone – And again, younger, etched in the features of my boyfriend’s own face. Daniel isn’t just some rich kid. He’s the son of the Mafia King.

Pay up, or the next one we cut won’t be a finger. I couldn’t breathe. My vision swam. The world tilted. I pressed the phone to my chest, rocking back and forth, whispering over and over, “I’m sorry, Papi. I’m so sorry.” People passed by, but no one stopped. No one cared. And that was when it hit me… The mafia wasn’t bluffing. They had reach everywhere. Even in the prison. Even in the law. Even in me. I stood slowly, wiping my face with the back of my hand. My cracked phone felt heavy, like a curse.

“I’ll stay and do a bit more. Pietro will drop you off?” I nodded. “Yeah.” I hugged my mother, inhaling her soft perfume, then walked out. The moment I stepped into the car, I pulled the diary out. My fingers shook slightly as I opened it. The first few pages were nothing special. Notes. Dates. I kept flipping through, reading randomly. Then I stopped at a page. And started reading. My stomach dropped right to the floor. I blinked. Once. Twice. Dazed. A list. Every Mafia family in Chicago.