Filed to story: Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)
Marco looks around, confused. “What?” he murmurs, but Kent just shakes his head, listening carefully, as hard as he can.
There’s movement outside Kent’s eyes flick to the window, where he sees dark figures running across the lawn, keeping low to avoid being seen.
Men in black tactical gear a swat team.
They’re surrounding the doctor’s house.
“Fuck,” Kent breathes, and then his head snaps towards the office door when he hears beyond it, in the house, a pounding on the front door. “Shit.”
They are here for him, he knows it. But how the fuck did they know where he went?
Kent hears a door open in the house, and then the pounding of feet rushing towards them.
“On your knees, Marco!” Kent shouts, dropping to his own, throwing his hands in the air above his head. He knows knows that this is it, that they’ve got him surrounded. That if he runs, he’ll be dead before he even hears the crack of a gun. “Hands UP!”
Just just as Marco sinks to his knees as his hands barely reach for the ceiling the door to the office slams open and they flood in
It’s chaos instant chaos all at once
A body hits Kent, hard, taking him down to the floor, but Kent doesn’t respond, doesn’t resist.
Don’t give them any reason to hurt you, he remembers his father whispering to him the day the other family came to kill him. Just stay still let them do what they want. If you move, they’ll kill you too.
The advice rings as true now as it did then.
A punch hits Kent hard in the face and he groans, flinching away, but he doesn’t retaliate, even though every bone in him wants to tear these guys apart. Instead, Kent goes limp until they start barking orders at him, and then he does everything they say. Everything.
Kent rolls over, puts his hands behind his back when he’s bid to. He lets himself be cuffed and he watches Marco go through the same process with impassive eyes. It’s not like he can do anything to help him anyway.
Kent doesn’t do anything more than breathe when they pull him to his feet and march him through the doctor’s house, past the doctor’s scandalized wife and two high-school age children. The doctor is the last one he sees, standing gaping at the red front door as the police work to escort him through it.
Then, and only then, does Kent resist. He stops dead in his tracks, holding the doctor’s eye as the cops holding him work to tug him along. “The results,” Kent says, staring hard at the doctor and ignoring the men with guns. “You’ll keep them for me?”
“I’m still your doctor, Mr. Lippert,” the man says, raising his chin. “I will keep the results for when you are ready.”
Kent tries to nod but he doesn’t have time something hits him hard across the back
He hisses in pain and stumbles forward. The cops get a better grip, hauling him along, but Kent doesn’t protest anymore. He got the answer he wanted.
Now, he knows, he’s in their hands.
Fuck, he thinks, ducking his head as the police force him into the back of the police car. The lab was going to call…any minute. Any god damn minute.
Kent curses the NYPD’s timing as the police car begins to pull away with him locked securely in the back seat.
I’m startled from my nap on Daniel’s shoulder a little while later by a gentle shake at my shoulder. I raise my head, groaning at the crick in my neck and wiping at my mouth where I’m horrified to see there’s a little drool. Blinking, confused, I look around. Where…
“Hey, baby,” a soft voice murmurs. My eyes focus on the figure crouched down in front of me, on her head of pretty purple hair…
“Janeen!” I gasp, and then I pitch forward into my sister’s arms. She lets out a little surprised gasp as I knock her to the floor, holding her tight to me. Then she laughs a little as I duck my head against her shoulder.
“Okay, kid,” she says, patting my hair. “It’s all right. We came to take you home.”
“We?” I ask, raising my head. And then I look up to see my dad standing there my real dad, who I haven’t seen in weeks, and I burst into tears.
“Oh, darling,” he says, holding his hands out to me. I reach out for him instantly and my dad pulls me first to my feet and then into a warm hug where he holds me for a long time, rocking me back and forth.
After a few long moments of this, I hear someone awkwardly clear their throat behind me. When I turn, I see Daniel standing up from his seat, looking hesitantly between us. Of course, he’s figured out who these people are but he’s never been introduced.
“Dad,” I say, stepping away from him and wiping at my eyes. “This is Daniel. My…um, he’s my fiancé.” And then I gesture towards Janeen as well. “Daniel this is Janeen.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” Daniel says, all formality, saying precisely what is expected of a fiancé upon meeting the family. “I wish it was…under better circumstances.”
Janeen laughs, a harsh thing, but not without humor. I turn to glare at her a little but she doesn’t see, her eyes on Daniel. “Oh, we all wish it was under better circumstances, Danny.” Then, even though he opens his mouth to reply, Janeen turns to me. “You ready to get out of here, baby?”
Eagerly, I nod, but I fix my eyes on Daniel and the lawyer. “Um, can we go?”
The lawyer, looking exhausted, sighs and nods. “They want to bring you for questioning later in the week, but considering they only just captured Lippert now, they’re distracted ”
I gasp when I hear the news and Daniel reaches out to take my hand. “I’ll tell you all about it,” he promises. “He’s okay.”
I nod, clenching my jaw with something between relief and anxiety as I squeeze Daniel’s hand, agreeing. Then I look at Janeen and my dad, wondering…
“Is he coming with us?” Janeen asks me, raising an eyebrow and nodding towards Daniel.
“Of course he is,” I say, frowning at her, a little pissed that she’d even ask.
“Okay,” she says, raising her hands innocently, though I can see a sarcastic little smirk on her mouth. “Just asking. I just wasn’t sure if you’d want the reason you got shot at tonight to come along home ”
“I didn’t get shot at,” I snap, narrowing my eyes at her. “And none of this is Daniel’s fault.”
“Whatever,” she says breezily as my dad tightens a supportive arm around my shoulders. Then Janeen starts to move towards the door. “Let’s just go. Bring your little mafia boy toy along all you want.”
My jaw drops open, aghast, but Daniel squeezes my hand again. “Let it go,” he murmurs to me. “Her anger is…justified.”
“Damn right it is, son,” my dad says sternly, and I look up at him, surprised again. Dad is usually so mild-mannered. When dad sees my surprise, he just gives me a shrug. “Well, it is, baby.”
“Okay,” I sigh, dropping Daniel’s hand as we start to move towards the door. I lean into my dad, wanting his warmth. “I get it. Let’s just…go home.”
When we climb into the car, I’m surprised that dad drives us not to our little city house but instead hits the highway and starts to take us towards the shore. It doesn’t take me long to realize that we’re heading for the shore house my shore house, which I’ve mostly turned over to Janeen.
Janeen sits in the back with me, leaving Daniel to awkwardly take the front seat next to my dad. We’re all silent for a long time before Janeen asks dad to turn on the radio, which he does. But when she turns to me and leans close, I realize that the music is just a cover.
“How are you?” she whispers, unbuckling her belt so she can scoot closer to me. “Are you okay?”
I ignore her questions, instead countering with some pressing ones of my own. “How did you even know we were here, Janeen?”
“That guy,” she says, blinking at me in wide-eyed surprise. When I glance at Daniel, she takes my hand, pulling my attention back to her. “No, the other guy. Ivan. He he called, he told me that you were going to need a ride from the police station tonight.”
“What?” I gasp, yanking my hand out from hers. “Janeen! You’re talking to Ivan!? He completely betrayed me!”