Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 1 – Broken Dreams–1

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–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 nose in two.

“Oh, um,” Daniel says, shrugging. “Don’t worry about him.”

I whisper, a little scared. “Daniel,

Daniel gives me an apologetic smile as my mouth falls open in shock. “That’s Parker, he’s…well. He’s

O. I stare at Daniel.

he’s so stressed out about safety that he could use a shrink like you to give him some counseling.”

I mutter, nervously playing with my long red hair, worrying about the mismatch between Daniel’s wealth and my church–mouse status. I’ve never met anyone

Both Daniel and I look up at the

say, giving him a big

Daniel says, giving Colin a slow

pushing my hair back behind my ears. If I don’t leave

then,” Daniel says, rising from our sofa. “Here, I’ll help you.” He follows Colin

pack up my bag, intent on catching the next trolly, when I notice Daniel’s phone vibrating on the table, a call coming in. When the number disappears, Daniel’s home screen shows a family photo. The tall man in the back is certainly his dad, the other maybe an older brother?

again – the same number. On impulse, I grab

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slipping behind the counter, “you’re

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there’s no one back here. I look around, confused – I definitely

noise from the storage room, a strange and muffled thump and a moan. I take two steps forward and peek around the door, maybe

me, my boyfriend presses Colin up against the wall of the storage room, one fist wrapped in the fabric of his

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closed, his hands fumbling at the button of Daniel’s pants, his belt already undone, whispering his name my boyfriend’s

as I hurl the phone at