Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad
“Or at least, not much.”
I keep my face expressionless, not really wanting to tell him that I wasn’t being good for his sake. There just hadn’t been a lot of opportunity for rebellion in the last few weeks. Or I might have taken it, for the sake of variety.
“When those in my care are good,” he says carefully, studying my face closely, “they get presents. When they are bad, they get punished.” He lowers his face, bringing it closer to mine.
My gaze shifts to his mouth, watching it form his words. “I’d recommend, Fay,” he says softly, “that you stay on my good side. Then you can have more rewards.”