Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 119

Damn it, but I don’t want to. A huge part of my knows that it would be the smart thing to do, but the other part of me…

I look my sister in the eye. “You’re right,” I say, a little grim. “I don’t know what it is about this world, Janeen. But I’m not ready to leave it yet.”

She shrugs. “I get it. I’m a stripper. Everything logical tells me that this is not a career path that’s viable forever, that’s not going to get me a white picket fence and the American dream. But honestly, that’s not what I want anyway. Baby, you have to figure out what you want.”

I bite my lip, looking up at my sister through my lashes, a little ashamed of myself as I finally admit to myself what I want. What I’ve wanted for weeks now.

Janeen steadily holds my gaze. “You want him.”

Slowly, I nod.

Her face falls a little with sadness and worry. “It’s not…the easy path, Fay,” she says, reaching a hand across the table and taking mine. “But I get it.” She wrinkles her nose at me. “He’s really hot.”

I burst out laughing at this, squeezing my sister’s hand and pressing my other to my face, covering my eyes. “Oh my god, Janeen,” I laugh. “You have to stop saying stuff like that.”

“What!” she cries, laughing harder. “If he were really ugly I would tell you to go, but come on Fay, at least he looks like someone who is going to rip your panties off and –“

“Janeen!” I gasp, ripping my hand from my face and glaring at her.

“Oh Fay,” she says, letting my hand go and sitting back in her chair. “What do you think you two are going to do, play checkers?” She rolls her eyes again.