Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180 

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Tristin gives me a steady stare as I climb the steps to her house, her expression unchanging when I attempt an awkward smile. “He’s mad at you,” she informs me, stern, as I approach her. I don’t have to think very hard to figure out that “he” means my father, not little Romey here. “You watch what you say – or you’ll 

make hell for all of us, even when you leave.” 

“Oh,” I say, red creeping into my cheeks. “I’m sorry – I never 

meant-‘ 

“No,” she responds, narrowing her eyes a little at me before turning to open her door. “I don’t suppose you do think about how any of your antics affect us. Not at all.” 

I open my mouth to protest but then shut it as I follow Tristin into 

the house. Because it’s right – I haven’t thought about it. Not at 

all. But then again, it’s not really my fault that my father treats her poorly. I sigh, feeling a headache start at the back of my head as I follow Tristin and Romulus into the sitting room. This is a level of 

family drama I never signed up for. 

My father starts in on me the moment I step into the room. 

“What the hell do you think you’re toying with, girl,” he demands, 

glaring at me as Tristin and Romulus make their way to the couch. Romulus goes a little pale as he looks at his dad and then back at 

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me with wide eyes. 

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I sigh and look down at my feet. “Can you please tell me what you 

mean?” 

“You know precisely what I mean,” he snaps. “Ending the engagement that I negotiated for you at birth? Messing around 

with that boy – Ivan – behind my back?” Alden slams his hand on the arm of his chair, making me jump as my eyes snap up to his. 

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” I ask, a little scared as I spread my 

hands wide. “I mean – you introduced me to Ivan – you wanted me to end the engagement –” 

“No, you foolish child,” my father counters, angry. “I wanted to 

end that engagement for you, on my terms. I wanted to negotiate 

a relationship with Ivan, or use it to leverage other connections. 

Instead, you’re out there making ridiculous decisions – waving 

your cat all over town –” 

“Waving my –“I blink as I interrupt, shocked. “Waving my what?” 

“A slut!” he shouts, his face growing red as he spits the words at 

1. me. “A slut! My daughter, all over town, drinking with that boy- 

sitting in his lap on a picnic table – kissing him- I have pictures of it! Everyone does!” 

I’m shocked as well as horrified as I listen to this. I had honestly 

thought Ivan and I were safe at the little taco truck – I had no idea