Falling for My Ex’s Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)

Wow, at two-thirty in the morning. Have I really been up that long? Why am I not more exhausted? But as Kent stands and peels his shirt off and my eyes pass over his muscled body, his tanned skin… I know precisely why I’m still up. “I want to talk to you about that,” he…

“The moment you’re ready,” he says quietly. “We’ll go. All right?” “Okay,” I say, smiling at him and then taking another bite of my buttered roll, the only thing that I feel like I can stomach at the moment. My usually voracious appetite has been dulled by the stresses of the day. I’m sure it…

Kent forgets to breathe as he sees her, her back to him in a little black dress, her hair falling over her shoulders in lazy red curls, standing on her toes in a pair of bedroom slippers – of all damn things – as she strokes the forehead of her horse – Heathcliff, her god…

Gasping, I pull my face from Kent’s and snap my gaze to the door where – “JANEEN!” I shriek, scrambling suddenly to get out of Kent’s lap – Even though seconds ago I would have said that nothing could tear me away – But my sister – here on the ship! Does it mean –…

I smirk when I feel Kent check his step just a little before entering the ship’s very tiny dining room. Honestly, I think it’s just a room that they put a table in where we could eat separately from the crew – this ship isn’t really accustomed to taking passengers; even the cabins we’re staying…

“Last to board,” the sailor says in a heavy accent that Kent can’t quite place, nodding harshly after Kent steps onto the deck. The sailor closes the gate, pressing a button that detaches the staircase. “No one else. We sail now, immediate.” Then he points down the line of the deck. When Kent follows his…

“God damn it,” Ivan snaps, realizing finally that he’s been had. That whatever Daniel was planning – Ivan got the wrong timeline, he’s in the wrong damn place – Fuck, it had better not be too late – he’s invested too much in taking Lippert down – Ivan strides towards the door of the coffee…

“Fuck,” Ivan murmurs, sitting back hard in the passenger seat of the police cruiser and smacking a hand against his leg. He’s missing something – he knows it. But all morning – all of it – each of his suspicions had been confirmed. First, the dark-haired Lippert had come out of the beach house, alone,…

“No problem,” Jerome says, raising his hands innocently. “I will… refrain.” Kent opens his mouth to say something else, but before he can, they both hear a car – or, is that two? – crunching in the gravel in front of the barn. “They’re here,” Jerome says, turning towards the front of the barn. “Ready?”…

Can people still refer to you as baby when you’re a murderer? When you’ve killed your father and stolen the life he’s built? When you’ve got about twenty more felonies planned for your afternoon? Well. I guess we’ll find out. I roll my window down and casually toss the phone out of the car, where…