Filed to story: Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)
â??Well then heâ??s even more of a fucking idiot, Fay,â? Kent growls, leaning down a little to look me in the eye. â??Because he let you have the confidence to think that you could handle Bianci, and you absolutely cannot.â?
I look squarely at Kent now, doing my best to pat down the anger thatâ??s rising in me now in response to his words. Because I didnâ??t do this lightly and without thought. This plan? Itâ??s been in the works for months now.
But I canâ??t throw that in Kentâ??s face right now, not like this.
Nope.
Both of us need to cool down.
Or, perhaps more precisely, heat up.
So, I take a second to stare at him for a moment before I step closer and put a hand on his arm. â??Come on, Kent,â? I say quietly, looking up into his gorgeous, furious face. â??Letâ??s talk about this inside.â?
â??I am not finished â??â??
But I just give him a little glare and turn towards the house, letting him know that Iâ??m going in with or without him.
Daniel turns to walk with me and Kent gives an audible snarl as he storms in after us.
When we get in, I see Jerome standing as still as a deer in the kitchen, not knowing where to go. Dad has made himself scarce but Janeen is stretched out languidly on the couch, grinning, looking between us all.
â??Hey, sis!â? she calls. â??Thanks so much for leaving me to deal with all of this tension today! Really fun!â?
I send a glance in Janeenâ??s direction but ignore her, knowing that itâ??s not the time. Instead, I start towards my room.
Daniel steps towards the kitchen, towards Jerome.
â??I am not finished with you,â? Kent growls, taking a step after Daniel, wanting to keep us together.
â??Come on, Kent,â? I snap, keeping my voice a little bored, though everyone can tell that Iâ??m certainly frustrated.
The room goes completely silent, except for Janeenâ??s little squeak of delight at what must be Kentâ??s appalled face. But I donâ??t look over my shoulder as I head down the short hall to our room. Thereâ??s really only one way this is going right now â?? and itâ??s my way.
If Kent wants answers, heâ??s coming with me.
And perhaps realizing that â?? but likewise pissed that Iâ??ve taken control like this â?? Kent storms after me.
I leave the door to the room open as I casually pass through, and Kent slams it closed behind him.
â??Fay!â? he snaps, but I donâ??t turn around. Instead, I lift my hands to the back of my neck and start to tug at the zipper there.
â??Get over here!â? Kent shouts. â??We are not finished with this conversation!â?
â??We didnâ??t even start it,â? I reply, kicking off my shoes and still not looking at him as I get my dressâ??s zipper all the way down. I hear him following me as I make my way into the bathroom. Halfway across the bathroom I tug the dress over my head and toss it to the floor. Then I walk into the huge walk-in shower in the corner of the room and turn the water on, setting the temperature to very hot before turning to Kent.
â??What the fuck are you doing,â? he growls from the doorway. Something in me quails a little bit when I see that heâ??s actually angrier now than he was when we got home â?? but still, I know that itâ??s not going to be any better for either of us if I just collapse to him now.
Iâ??m going to tell him what happened, and heâ??s going to cool down so he can think logically about this. We can kill two birds with one stone.
â??Iâ??m taking a shower, Kent,â? I say with a sigh, reaching behind my back and unclasping my bra, letting it fall casually to the floor.
Kentâ??s eyes go to the floor with the bra, and then his gaze slowly travels up my body as I shimmy out of my panties and then kick them away when they hit the tiles.
â??This isnâ??t going to work, Fay,â? Kent says, his voice low with warning. â??Youâ??re not going to seduce me out of answering your questions or being pissed at you â??â??
â??Iâ??m not trying to, Kent,â? I say, my voice calm as I turn away and walk into the water. â??Iâ??m just taking a shower. Iâ??ll answer whatever questions you have.â?
For a second I close my eyes and gasp a little as the water hits my skin. This shower is a marvel of engineering, with water shooting from at least six points strategically positioned on the walls and the ceiling. Most of the water falls directly from above, mimicking a rain storm. I take a moment to tilt my head back, letting it wash over me, and Iâ??m drenched in seconds.
But after Iâ??ve gotten used to it, I turn back to Kent, unsurprised to see him glaring at me, fully dressed, from the edge of the tiles where the shower begins.
â??What do you want to know?â? I say, reaching for the sea sponge and the soap.â??Tell me everything,â? he demands, leaning against the wall, looking determinedly at my face and not letting his eyes stray.
And I do.
As I later up the sponge and drag it over my neck, and then down my chest, and then over my stomach and around to my back, I tell Kent everything. I tell him about how months ago we arranged for the DNA test so that the baby would be a Bianci, so that we could offer them an heir and solidify my connection to Daniel, making this a deal between family, not rivals. And then I tell him about how Daniel and I decided to leave Kent behind because we knew heâ??d never let us go and make our offer to the Don.
Halfway through the telling, Kent covers his face with his hand, his shoulders shaking just a little with frustration. But I press on, standing in the steady stream of water, telling him about meeting his family, and being escorted upstairs to see the Don. And then about the offer I made â?? of everything I own, everything Iâ??ve stolen and killed for, in exchange for Kentâ??s freedom.Our freedom.
When Kent raises his head, his face holds a great deal of grief.
â??Fay,â? he says, his voice cracking a little as he scrapes a hand down the length of his face. â??Itâ??s â?? itâ??s too much â?? and heâ??ll never â??â??
â??He will,â? I say, my eyebrows going up as I reach out a hand towards him. â??Itâ??s a move that plays to his greed for power and his familial pride, Kent,â? I sigh. â??It makes sense.â?
Kent shakes his head at me. â??He doesnâ??t do things just because they make sense, Fay,â? he murmurs. â??Itâ??s not that simple.â?
â??Then come explain it to me,â? I say quietly, allowing myself to beg just a little bit. And then I take a step closer to Kent, my hand still outstretched.
No part of me is surprised when Kent sighs and starts to pull his shirt over his head. I know my man well.
I take a few steps closer now, intending to help, but Kentâ??s glare stops me in my tracks. Because he is still pissed, and does not want my assistance right now. So I step back into the stream of water, reaching for the shampoo and starting to wash my hair as my eyes follow Kentâ??s every move as he strips down.
Because, I meanâ?¦where else would I look?
Kentâ??s angry enough to be dangerous right now, but heâ??s still hot as hell.
My eyes are still on him as he stands up straight and steps into the shower with me, immediately coming close enough that his stomach presses against mine as he glares down at me. Kent raises his hands to my head, sinking his fingers into my hair and running through the long strands, rinsing the suds of the shampoo out.
â??Do you know what Iâ??m going to say next, Fay?â? Kent murmurs, his voice still tense. â??Since you know everything?â?
I close my eyes, my hands finding a spot on either side of his waist as I tilt my head back, luxuriating in the feel of his fingers against my scalp. â??Youâ??re going to say that we should have told you our plan,â? I say quietly. â??And let you talk us out of it.â?
â??And youâ??re going to tell me it was a good plan, and I wouldnâ??t have let you, so I forced your hand.â?
I open my eyes then, bringing my head back up and nodding to him. â??And would I be wrong?â?
â??Is that the most important thing to you?â? he asks quietly, his hands stroking over my hair possessively. â??To be right?â?
â??No, Kent,â? I say, pulling him tighter against me. â??The most important thing is for you to be free of all of this. So we can do what you said you wanted â?? what we wanted. Remember? No more criminal bullshit. The vineyardâ?¦the baby. A simpler, safer life.â?