Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father

I hesitate, settling down in my chair across from this man, sensing that I’m the doe to his wolf. It feels almost as if he could leap across this table at any moment and gobble me up.

Daniel’s father is Kent Lippert, the Mafia King of our city. That’s why he has a bodyguard, that’s why he has so much money –

I quirk my head to the side, still staring at Lippert, realizing that this is also why Daniel is hiding his sexuality – the mafia of our city are notoriously conservative, and family is everything. A gay son would never be accepted, especially an only son –

God, he really did want me to be his beard –

Poor Daniel, he’s got to hide everything he loves –

Suddenly, I realize that the man in front of me is smiling, just slightly, his eyes moving over me as I stare at him like a deer in the headlights.

I clench my jaw, reminding myself that he is the villain.

“So,” I say, turning back to my papers, nervous. You’ve done this a thousand times, Fay! I remind myself. You could do this in your sleep! “Can you please state your name for me, and place of birth?”

“I believe,” Lippert says slowly, “That you’re already aware of my history.” He leans back, studying me.

I lift my eyes to glare at his impudence – he’s so rude. But, unfortunately, he’s right. Everyone in this city knows this information. I quickly fill out the form.

I glance up at him, struck again by his similarity to Daniel. The profile, especially, is almost exactly the same – but whereas Daniel is gentle, refined, Kent has a grim, lethal quality to his face.

I drag my gaze away from him, feeling a shiver pass through me, tapping its fingers down my spine. Somehow, I imagine that they’re Kent’s fingers…

I quickly dismiss the thought and focus.

rest of the questions that I ask you today will be of a personal and psychological nature,” I say, giving the canned speech I’m required to say to all inmates.

unblinking. “Little girl,” he says, slowly leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, “what

unnerved by such a question. “The state has hired me

“Some kind of…certificate?” The final

the state which qualifies me for this position. “Here,” I say, returning his

my mistake. He snatches my hand, fully capturing it in his, pulling me forward against the table. It doesn’t quite hurt, but, surprised, I drop the paperwork as I gasp, looking up at

my god

my wrist. “Camomile, lavender,” he murmurs, closing his eyes, indulging in my scent. “So fresh and clean,” he says. Then he opens his eyes

eat me up, savoring the tremble of my

yells, but Kent has already released my wrist, raising his hands

smirking, his eyes on me. “Won’t happen

him, sitting back in my chair. I straighten my shoulders, unable to take my

says, leaning forward to

my wrist with my other hand. I’m not hurt – just…shocked. I clear my throat and look back

chin. I’m tougher than he

I hope I am.

say, focusing again on the paper. “Can you tell me about the crime for which you were imprisoned? I see,”

that he’s riled me so easily, “is also very precious.

report today will affect the rest of your time in prison, as well as your chances for

me – actually laughing at

he says, leaning forward. “I couldn’t take you seriously