Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Gifts

Chapter 5 – In Crisis–1

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 walk over.

Janeen gets quickly to her feet, reaching out her arms to wrap this big fat potato of a man in a hug. I grimace a little – he looks like he hasn’t showered in a while.

“Dean!” she says, and I can tell her voice is falsely cheerful.

“Janeen,” he says, pushing her way from him. “We’ve got to talk.”

“Have you met my little sister, Fay?” she asks, gesturing towards me with a big smile. “Fay, this is Mike Dean, an old friend. He’s the manager of the club.”

Dean’s eyes rove over me, taking in the generous portion of my thigh exposed by this little dress. Uncomfortable, I try to tug it down lower with my fist.

“Um, hello,” I say, hesitant.

He takes Janeen by her elbow. “Come on,” he says. “We’re going to talk around back.”

“Okay,” Janeen murmurs, suddenly serious. She leans down to whisper to me. “It’s just work stuff, don’t worry.” I give her a little smile and nod.

With that, Janeen follows Dean into the back.

They’re gone for a long time.

Anxiously, I run my hand over the underwire of my bra, feeling the tiny switch blade that I’ve hidden there. The only possession my mother left to me in her will. I tucked it into my bra tonight, just in case. I don’t really know how to use it, but it calms me to know that it’s there.

hour more and the door opens. Dean come out of

starts to move further

“Janeen’s sister, right?”

“Yes?”

a little green around

intending to

like this. Come with me, I’ll take you some place where you can wait more comfortably.” He pulls me

as he pulls me quickly across the club to

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itself around the room with little black cocktail tables lined up in front of

“I’ll have someone bring you

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I push it away from me. As

in couples, writhe together on the black velvet seating. Some of them are dancing, but some…well, that girl is on her knees. My eyes go wide as I realize what she

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blushing and heading for the

soon as I reach it, though, Dean comes through it again. “Whoa whoa whoa!” he says, putting up hands to

rubbing a

jerk my arm

he takes, I take one backwards. Soon, I

up against me. There’s nowhere else to go.

better be a good girl for me,” Dean whispers, his hot breath on my face. “Or else your sister’s gonna pay. She owes me a lot of money. Tonight, you’re

scared to death, a little whimper escaping

from behind Dean. “That’s my psychotherapist you’re harassing there.”

voice. I peer behind him, recognizing it, shocked. It can’t

stands the Mafa Viss ki

quiet finished with our sessions,” Lippert says. “So would you mind getting the fuck off her?”

putting up his

to get lost. Dean

takes my chin between his finger and thumb, turning my face back to him. “Hello, Fay Thompson,” he says,

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