Filed to story: Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)
“I don’t know,” Daniel murmurs, glancing at him and then at me. And then down at my stomach. And I groan a little, almost able to read his mind on this: that Kent, if he can, will come up here. Because I’m here. And I’m pregnant. And his base instinct, in all of this, is going to be to protect his son and this new maybe-baby, even if he is pissed at me for getting knocked up.
Even if he doesn’t know yet, for sure, that it’s his baby? If Kent can get here. He will.
So I too stare between the door and the wardrobe, looking for him. Waiting.
Where is he?
The silence in the room grows, as the three of us wait.
And I thought that it would be better that I’d get used to it, would calm down but listening to the horrible noises below gunfire, screaming, shouted commands to move here or go there
All that noise winds me tighter and tighter until I think I might pop.
And throughout all of it I know that I’m listening for him. For the sound of Kent’s voice, the echo of his own commands
But I don’t hear it anywhere.
And I go cold as I realize that that might mean…
Oh my god.
I slap a hand over my mouth, shaking my head in horror.
Is he already dead?
Daniel stands steady, staring at the door, his hands tight around his gun as my mind absolutely whirls in panic.
Did the father of my child fucking die hours after I found out I was pregnant?
What on earth was I going to
But before I can get any further in my thoughts, the sound of something hard banging against glass makes us all spin towards the windows.
We all go rigid with fright and Daniel shouts something wordless as he raises the gun towards my windows, towards the darkness outside that makes it impossible to see anything
But suddenly, of all things, a voice echoes from the darkness outside.
“Don’t you fucking shoot me, Lippert!”
Daniel hesitates now, dropping the muzzle of the gun just a little in confusion. Because we we know that voice
I know that voice
I jump to my feet, heading impetuously for the window, acting on pure instinct rather than logical thought.
“Fay!” Daniel shouts. “Don’t open that ”
But it’s too late. My hands are already at the top of the window, flicking the lock, and then my palms are flat against the pane pushing up so that I can see…
Ivan.
Crouched there, on the little roof outside of my bedroom window, glaring in at me, a gun in his hands pointing in at us.
And then a horrified gasp escapes my mouth and I slap my palm over my lips, staring at him and shaking my head.
But not at his gun.
“Oh, Ivan,” I breathe between my fingers, lifting my eyes up to meet his. “What did you do?”
“What I had to, Fay,” he growls, flicking his eyes to me even as he points his gun at Daniel, who has his own gun aimed at him. “Drop the gun, Daniel!” he shouts. “That’s the only way you’re getting out of this alive! This is your last warning! Drop it!”
Daniel hesitates but Jerome croaks out his name and, glancing at his boyfriend, Daniel curses and tosses the gun aside so that it lands on the bed.
But I barely see any of this, my eyes trained on Ivan who finally looks back at me.
“All right, Fay,” he says, his voice grim. “It’s all over. Let’s end this.”
But I have no response. I can’t say anything. Instead, my eyes just drift lower on Ivan’s body to take in the blue shirt that covers all of his beautiful tattoos.
And over it, the bulletproof vest.
That reads, in four bright yellow block letters:
NYPD.
“Ivan,” I breathe, shaking my head, my whole body trembling again.
“Back up, Fay,” he says, lifting his chin towards me. “Let me in.”
I do has he says, backing up until I’m almost at the bed. His gun still trained on Daniel and Jerome, still kneeling at Daniel’s feet, Ivan climbs through the window, standing up straight.
Daniel takes a moment to look Ivan over and then he groans, putting his head in his hand and turning away in disbelief. “A cop?! You’re a fucking cop, Ivan?!”
“Damn straight,” Ivan murmurs, though his face remains serious. “Born and bred. I want you back against that wall, Lippert,” Ivan commands, nodding to the far wall behind Jerome, where Ivan can keep the gun on both of them at once. “Hands up where I can see them.”
Daniel obeys, his face set in an unhappy frown as he glares at Ivan and shakes his head, but he obeys nonetheless. “Fay,” Ivan continues, once Daniel is in place. He doesn’t look at me, his eyes still trained on the boys. “I also want you in my line of sight, pressed there against the other wall.” He nods next to him, to an empty space next to my desk. Slowly, I move to it so that he can see me while he concentrates on Daniel and Jerome.
“Good,” Ivan says. Then, he turns his attention to Jerome. “Hands behind your head,” he commands. Jerome lifts his hands, scowling at Ivan with real hate in his eyes. Slowly, I raise my hands as well. “Not you, Fay,” Ivan growls, rolling his eyes a little bit.
“What?” I ask.
“You’re not under arrest,” he tells me, glancing a little in my direction.
“What!?” I ask again, my voice an octave higher this time, completely confused. Ivan huffs a sigh of frustration.
“Just…stand there,” he mutters as Jerome lifts his own hands behind his head.
That done, Ivan shifts his gaze to Daniel. “Are you going to do something stupid?” he asks, his face hard. There’s no lightness in it none of the carefree, charming guy I got to know, for whom I had thought I had real feelings. “Or are you going to let me cuff your boyfriend without any trouble?”
“Am I being arrested?” Daniel asks, cautious.