Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 55 

I’m alone in the back seat of the black sedan that takes me to 

dinner at my father’s house. 

I look up at the grey stone mansion and grimace, not looking 

forward to this. I know that there should probably be some 

curiosity in me, some desire to know more about my family and 

my heritage. But honestly? Lorenzo Alden doesn’t feel anything 

like my father. That, to me, will always be David. 

Kent sent two guards with me and instructed them to stay by me 

at all times. For protection, presumably, but also I think–to be Kent’s eyes and ears at the meeting. Alden is his ally, but I think 

even the term “ally” in this underworld has some tenuous distrust 

built into it. 

I had begged David to come with me but Kent denied that too. 

Alden, apparently, wanted me all to himself. Great. I was already 

awkward enough, now I have to go into this alone? It was 

definitely going to be a disaster. 

The guards get out of the front of the car after they park and 

come around to open my door. I step out and sigh, wishing I was 

anywhere else. The stables, preferably, getting to know Heathcliff. 

The three of us troupe up the front steps to the house and formally ring the bell. I twist my mouth at the irony here. If he’s my dad – if 

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this is my house – shouldn’t I be able to walk right in? 

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A maid opens it for us, giving us a kind smile, and then opens the 

door wide in welcome. 

As we step in, I stop dead in my tracks. The guards almost bump 

into me. 

“Are you okay?” one asks – Jerome, I think. One of the friendlier 

guards in Kent’s employ. 

“Yes,” I murmur in response, staring around the room. 

But in reality? I’m totally not okay. 

Walking into this house is like walking into a dream. I’ve been here before, I suddenly realize. I know things about this space – what’s around some of the corners, what things will feel like, what it smells like. Even the rugs are familiar – a soft burnt orange, thick 

and plush underneath my feet. The arch that leads into the dining. room – yes, I know that, and if I look just beyond it I’ll find… 

Yes, there. A hutch, filled with blue and white china. 

“Oh my god,” I murmur, looking around as I slowly walk through 

the dining room. 

The maid looks at me hesitantly. “Dinner isn’t ready yet, miss,” she says. “If you’ll come with me to the sitting room…” 

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I ignore her – not really meaning to be rude, but I can’t help myself as I walk to the back of the room and push open the door to the kitchen. The avocado green fridge and stove are exactly as I remember them. Except, I didn’t know that I did remember them. 

I hear footsteps behind me. “Familiar, is it?” 

I turn to see Alden standing there. I look at him with wide eyes. 

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