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.

an hour more and the door opens. Dean come out of

he starts to move further

“Janeen’s sister, right?”

“Yes?”

just throwing up, but she’s a little green around the gills right now,” he says,

door, intending to go find my sister, but

this. Come with me, I’ll

me quickly across the club to

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around the room with little black cocktail tables lined

have someone bring you a drink. Your sister will be fine soon.” Then, he walks

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that it might be laced with something, I push it away from me. As my eyes adjust, I look around the room and realize that I’m not

velvet seating. Some of them are dancing, but some…well, that girl is on her knees. My eyes go wide as I

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Gifts

– In Crisis–2

blushing and heading for the

again. “Whoa whoa whoa!” he says, putting up hands to stop me.

baby?” he says, rubbing a hand

my arm away from him.

keeps moving towards me, but for every step he takes, I take one backwards. Soon, I feel myself bump into a table

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

sister’s gonna pay. She owes me a lot of money. Tonight, you’re going to work some of it off.”

scared to death, a little whimper escaping

The voice drawls from behind Dean. “That’s my psychotherapist

lift off me as he turns towards the voice. I peer behind him, recognizing it, shocked. It

there, behind him stands the Mafa Viss ki

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

putting up his hands. “I didn’t

lost. Dean gives me a dirty look as

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

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