Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father

“That’s impossible!” I gasp, staring up at him. “You can’t force me to marry someone against my will!”

He laughs at me, holding me too him, still looking down into my face. “It’s possible if I say it is.”

I press my hands against his chest, trying to push away. “It’s 2023! Nobody has arranged marriages anymore – this isn’t the eighteenth century!”

He laughs again and lets me go. I skitter away from him.

“You’re in my world now, Fay,” he says, calmly putting his hands in his pockets. “The world you were born to. Do you think laws really matter in the underworld, the world outside of the stupid bureaucracy you’ve deluded yourself into thinking keeps you safe?”

My jaw drops open at this arrogance. “I have rights!”

“You have nothing,” he barks, taking a step forward towards me. “The only thing that matters is power. Which is money. Which is might. You have none of this. The only thing which gives you anything in this world, Fay, is your bloodline.”

lays crumpled on

to comprehend

put me in prison,” he purrs, coming even closer. “And your own recommendation that I stay imprisoned forever. But here I

So, if I were you,” he looms over me again. “I’d be a little more grateful that I got you out of the club and restored you to the life of privilege to which

up at him, truly terrified now, realizing that my life as I knew

oh my god, engaged – to the son of

me by pulling a handkerchief from his breast pocket and offering it to me. Slowly, hesitant, I take

he says. “But you’ll have to learn fast. I’ve notified your father – he’s away on business, but he’ll be

sitting at home. My mind suddenly shifts to dad, who must be worried about me. I start to cry harder,

I say, my voice hiccupping with tears, with shock, with fear, “please let me go home – I’m begging you – I just want to pretend it never happened – I’ll never tell

Fay,” he says, stern. He glances at the door, and I can tell he’s getting tired