Filed to story: Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)
“Fun for the whole family,” I mutter.
Hungry, Janeen and I decide to grab a bite to eat on the way home. It’s dark by the time we get back to the house and we’re both surprised to see the headlights of the car pulling into the driveway.
“How long were we gone?” I ask, surprised. I didn’t think it could be long enough for them to get back so soon.
“Whoa,” Janeen says, looking at her watch. “Like, four hours. You cried a lot more than I thought you did.”
I glare and give her a shove, but she just grins at me as we walk up to the car.
“Hey, you,” I say, making Jerome jump a little bit as he steps out of the driver’s seat. But his face bursts into a big smile when he sees me.
“Oh hi, money bags,” he says, wrapping me in a big hug as Daniel comes around the front of the car to both of us. “Thanks for the bail money.”
“What!” I say, glaring at Daniel. “You took it out of my account?”
“It was your call,” he says, smirking at me. “I was going to let him rot in there.”
I look up at Jerome, deadpan. “See? Now you have proof of who truly loves you.”
“Oh, I always knew that,” he says, planting a kiss on the top of my head before turning to his boyfriend.
But Janeen’s already at Daniel’s side, smirking up at him. “Nice of you to make your boyfriend drive the moment he gets out of jail, passenger princess.”
Daniel blushes and opens his mouth to protest, but Jerome cuts in. “Oh come,” he says, smirking at her. “I wasn’t safe on the road with him behind the wheel. Or this one,” he says, nodding down at me. “Spoiled rotten, both.”
“I like you,” Janeen says instantly, breaking into a sudden grin as she looks Jerome up and down. “You’re mean.”
He just smirks and gives her a wink, making her laugh.
“Come on,” I say, rolling my eyes at all three of them and starting towards the house. “Let’s go see dad he’s probably wondering where we all are.”
As we come upstairs we find dad sitting in the kitchen, waiting for us, a frosty beer at his side. “Oh hey, team,” he says, grinning around at all of us. But as Daniel and Jerome come into view, dad’s eyes immediately go to their clasped hands.
“Oh,” dad says, sitting up straight and then looking Daniel right in the eye.
Realizing his mistake, Daniel blushes furiously and drops Jerome’s hand. But it’s too late.
Dad narrows his eyes at Daniel for a moment, putting the pieces together before he speaks. We all wait in silence.
“Well if you’re with him” dad says, pointing at Jerome, “then who the hell did that?”
And to all of our shock, my dad points a single finger right at my stomach.
Jail is…just as bad as Kent remembers it being. Except this time, he knows he’s not getting out anytime soon. Whatever it is these guys have on him, it’s bad it has to be. They wouldn’t have hunted him down at his damn urologist’s office if it wasn’t.
Whatever it is, they have him now and they’re not letting go. He is going down for something big.
“Lippert,” the guard says, coming to his cell and giving him a smirk through the bars. “Visitor.”
“I haven’t even gotten my damn phone call yet,” Kent snarls, frustrated. He’s been asking for hours.
“After the visit,” the guard says, uncaring. “You’ll get your turn.”
Kent gets to his feet as the guard opens the door. He follows all of the guard’s instructions, not bothering to give him any grief though he could cause him one hell of a lot of trouble with very little effort.
Still. It won’t get him anywhere.
Kent sighs subtly through his nose as he walks towards the interrogation cell instead of the visitation center.
So. It’s that kind of visit, eh?
He clenches his jaw as he turns into the room and sees two surprising figures there. But he does his best to give no more reaction as he turns into the room and sits in the indicated chair, looking across the table at the Warden and at Ivan.
“That’s it?” Ivan says, smirking as Kent stares blankly across the table at the man he thought was dead and the boy he thought was playing mob boss. “I was hoping for more of a reaction from that.” Ivan’s smirk deepens as he tilts his head to the side, looking Kent up and down in his orange uniform. “I guess I’ll just have to settle for the reaction from your son and your girl. They, at least, were properly surprised.”
Kent says nothing. He has nothing to say that’s going to make any of this any better. But he certainly doesn’t miss the fact that Ivan is dressed completely differently than he’s ever been, in khaki pants and a blue button-down with his hair combed neatly to the side.
So. The kid’s a cop. Damn it, how did he miss that?
“Aren’t pleased to see me?” The warden growls.
Kent is a stone. The warden sighs and stands up.
“Well, then I’ll leave it to you, kid,” he says, clapping Ivan on the shoulder. “No point in entertaining this any further if we’re not going to get anything out of him.”
“See you later, man,” Ivan says as the Warden leaves the cell, not taking his eyes off of Kent.
When they’re alone, Ivan leans forward further. “Seriously, nothing to say to me? Nothing to ask?”
Kent just blinks at him, bored.
“Not even going to ask me how the baby’s doing?” Ivan whispers, leaning forward to grin, knowing just where to twist his knife.
Kent flinches at this, unable to help it. How the hell did this kid know about that? Kent narrows his eyes. Is it…is it because Ivan’s the father? Is that how he fucking knows? Was Fay lying?
“There we go,” Ivan murmurs, smiling truly now, pleased to have gotten a reaction.
Kent does his best to wipe his face clear of emotions, looking over towards the door. Frustrated at giving Ivan anything, Kent ignores him completely as Ivan peppers him with questions for the next few minutes, working hard to break in again. But Kent doesn’t have a damn word to say; instead, his mind slowly turns over the thousand questions and possibilities in his mind, trying to find some way through, some kind of plan…
“Fine,” Ivan snaps, and Kent turns his level gaze back to the kid.
Ivan’s leaning back in his chair now, frustrated and tapping a pen on the desk, glaring at Kent who honestly hasn’t heard a word he’s said until now. “You’re going to die in here, Lippert that’s the final line of it. We’ve got you on a slew of crimes racketeering, international transport of weapons, extortion, and most importantly six murders.”
“Six?” Kent asks, raising an eyebrow. He’s by no means innocent on this charge, but even for him, that number’s high.
Ivan smiles now, pleased to have gotten a word out of him. “Six.”
Slowly, Kent leans forward, staring at the boy. “Whose jobs are you pinning on me, Ivan? Your own?”
“Me?” Ivan says, pressing a hand to his chest innocently. “I’ve never killed anyone, Kent. I’m one of the good guys.”