Filed To Story: Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)
His words wake her up then, a little pulse passing through her as she blinks and focuses on him. Suddenly, rage lights her face and she crumples the contract in her hands. Kent can’t help the smirk that quirks the corners of his lips. Frankly, he likes her all riled up.
“You pig,” she snarls, pushing her chair away from her as she jumps to her feet. “I would never be your whore never ”
“Not a whore, Fay,” Kent interrupts, standing up and crossing his arms, looking at her levelly. “It’s a position with respect just with some legal ties attached, and some financial incentives for you. I’ve done this many times and the women with whom I’ve had previous contracts will tell you that it was a generous arrangement -“
“Oh?” she bites back. “Would Fiona say that? Fiona, who showed up in my room at midnight with a black eye? Would she call you generous?”
Kent lowers his brows at her, letting her know she’s on dangerous ground “Fiona betrayed me, Fay. I would not suggest you follow her path.”
“Oh, I don’t think you have to worry about that,” she snaps, her eyes narrowed in rage. “I would never be your girlfriend. Not in a million years.”
He smiles at her magnanimously, leaning forward and speaking in kind tones, like you would to a child. “You’re upset, Fay. Why don’t you take some time to think it over? Really consider the offer.”
She says nothing, just glares at him like she’d like to rip his heart out before spinning and stalking from the room.
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I could kill him, I think, my teeth clenched, my lips pressed to a thin line. Absolutely murder him. My eyes flick to the kitchen door as I storm towards the garage. For a second I think about all the sharp knives in that kitchen that would help me do the job, but then I push the thought out of my mind. Kent deserves a far worse death than that. Something medieval. Boiled alive in a vat of tar, or
I slam into someone’s chest as I push through the door to the garage, someone trying to come into the house just as I’m leaving it. I give a little shriek, pulled from my murderous thoughts and whipping my head up to see
My frown deepens when I see who is standing before me.
Jerome.
“Fay!” he gasps, reaching out his hands to steady me after almost knocking me over. “Are you okay? What are you ”
“You’re an asshole too!” I shout, pushing his hands off my shoulders and impulsively shoving him in the chest. He stumbles a few steps back, his face shocked.
“Wha what?” he asks, his brows drawn together. “What did I ”
“You know what you did,” I snap, advancing on him and pointing an accusing finger in his face. “You pretended to like me you flirted with me, and this whole time you were sleeping with ”
“Fay!” Jerome hisses, looking around wildly and lunging forward to grab my arm. “Would you shut up?”
I press my lips shut, feeling suddenly guilty as I realize that in my rage I almost betrayed Daniel for the second time today. Jerome is right in this house, you never know who is listening. Still, it doesn’t make him any less of a dick.
“Get off of me,” I demand, my teeth clenched as I shake his hand free. “And get me keys to one of the cars!”
“What?” He asks, baffled.
“Do it!” I shout, completely loosing my cool and feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes, which I slam shut. I have to get out of here I have to leave this horrible place, where I’m constantly tricked, and lied to, and insulted, and offered obscene amounts of money to to
“Fay,” Jerome’s voice is gentle after a moment of hesitation and I open my eyes to look at him. Concern is written all over his face. “I’m so sorry, Fay please ”
I can’t help the tears that slide down my face then, and I feel all of the strength go out of me. “Please, Jerome,” I beg, shaking my head. “Just get me the keys I need to get out of here ”
He hesitates, glancing towards the door, but then he nods. “All right, Fay,” he agrees, perhaps feeling bad for wrapping me up in his lies. “Just don’t run away forever. He’ll find you. Just -take the Prius, and go somewhere and cool down.”
“Fine,” I mutter, brushing my hands across my cheeks to clear my tears. Jerome nods and goes over to the metal case where the keys to all the cars are kept, unlocking it and handing met a set. “The purple one, in the corner,” he says gently. “Can you…can you drive?”
“Yes of course I can drive,” I mumble, glaring at him again. God, why does everyone in this house treat me like I’m so stupid? I walk away from him without a backwards glance, climbing into the car at the end of the row and opening the garage door with the little button on the roof.
When I get to the gates at the front of Kent’s estate, they instantly begin to roll open for me. I grit my teeth as I watch them open the path to my escape angry because I know Kent is letting me go. It wouldn’t be hard for him to lock these gates, to prevent me from leaving. But instead he’s sending me a subtle message.
He’s fine with it if I steal his car and leave without another word.
He knows I’ll be back.
Half an hour later, I’m pounding up the front steps to my childhood home and throwing open the screen door. I twist the doorknob and push on the wooden door behind it, expecting it to fall open with its familiar creak, but I bump against it when it fails to open. Tears start to slide down my cheeks again as I suddenly realize that it’s locked. Of course it is we always lock the door in this neighborhood and I don’t have my keys because they’re sitting in my old purse, which is back at Kent’s house.
I lean against the door with a heavy sigh, closing my eyes and letting myself cry more. It’s all just too much
Suddenly, I fall inwards as the door opens.
“Who…” Janeen says, and then gives a little gasp as I stumble into the house. “Fay!” she cries, her hands immediately on my arms, steadying me. “Are you all right? What’s ” But as soon as I turn my tear-stained face up to hers, she wraps me in a hug and holds me close. “Oh, baby,” she coddles, “baby, don’t cry! It’s okay! What’s wrong?”
I don’t say anything for a little while, just letting my sister hold me tight while I cry my heart out. She obliges me, shushing me softly and making comfortable noises until I’m finished. When my tears start to lessen, she gently peels me off her, crouching down to look in my face. “Fay,” she whispers, shaking her head at me in wonder. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
I sniff, wiping at my nose and looking around the house. “Is dad home?”
She shakes her head. “No, he went out with his buddies. He won’t be back for a while.”
“Good,” I say, nodding. “I don’t want him to know.”
“Know what?” Janeen begs, her eyes going wider with wonder. I can tell she’s as intrigued as she is worried.
“Come on,” I say, taking her hand and nodding towards the couch. “I’ll tell you everything ”
“Nooo,” she says, digging in her feet and not letting me pull her into the living room. “With tears like that, we’re having this talk over vodka.” She gives me a wide-eyed look like I’m crazy for wanting to do this sober and I can’t help the little laugh that bubbles out of me.
“Okay,” I nod, heading into the living room while she goes to the freezer and pulls out a bottle, starting to mix our drinks. Janeen takes her vodka simply, with a twist of lemon, but she adds a little orange juice to mine, knowing I need something sweet to cut the bite. As she works I sink into one corner of our old couch, taking a deep breath and looking down at the crumpled contract still clutched in my hand.
Janeen places our glasses on the coffee table next to us before taking her familiar spot on the other side of the couch, her back against the arm, our feet mingling in the space between us. “Well?” she asks. I don’t say anything, just toss the crumpled paper at her so that it lands in her lap. “What’s this?” she murmurs, unfolding it and frowning.
“My engagement to Daniel is over,” I inform her, my voice dead and expressionless. She looks up at me in sudden shock. “I made a deal with Kent to…work for him. Turn Ivan against my dad and towards him. In exchange, you’re getting this house. And a beach house.”
“We’re getting a beach house!?” Her eyes go eagerly wide. But I just purse my lips and glare at her, reminding her that I’m distraught.
“Oh, yeah,” she murmurs, rolling her eyes a little. “So sorry that your fake engagement to your gay ex ended, Fay, I was really rooting for you two ”
“Janeen!” I whine, kicking her a little. “Can you take this seriously! I’m upset!”
“Okay,” she sighs, and I see real apology on her face. “I’m sorry, Fay you’re right. It just seems like maybe this is kind of a sweet deal. I mean, I know you weren’t pumped about that engagement, not really, so what’s the downside? Is it really dangerous?”
“That’s not the bad part,” I say, covering my eyes with my hand. “I was fine with all of that I signed that contract eagerly.”
I hear my sister flick through the contract to the end. “Well,” she mutters, “this one isn’t signed…”
“Because that’s Kent’s second offer,” I say plainly, trying to keep my voice even as I peek through my fingers at her. Janeen quirks her head to the side, looking at me. “That’s the NDA he wants me to sign. When he pays me an insane amount of money to become his mistress.”
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