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

“Seriously, Fay,” he says, raising his eyes to look at me with sorrow and worry all over his face. “Who is the father? Is it Ivan? Because –” “Oh my god, Jerome,” I snap, leaning forward to smack him hard on the arm. “Of course it’s not Ivan – you know that I’ve only been…

“Kent!” I interrupt, frustrated again, smacking my hand against his stomach to make him listen to me. “Something is going down! Someone is trying to kill you, to kill us! And I want to help –” “Fay,” Kent sighs. “There’s nothing you can do to help – I’ve got it handled. And even if you…

And, after laughing darkly and shaking his head at my continued resistance and negotiation, Kent kisses me, his hand tightening against my wrist. And I let it go – all of it. And I let him take control. And Kent takes his time in convincing me that it was a very, very good idea. I…

“I’m serious, Fay,” Daniel continues, still grinning wickedly at me. “I mean, I guess you don’t see it the way I do because you’ve only experienced obsessed Kent. But do you seriously think he’s ever, ever apologized to anyone like he did to you last night? Climbed through a secret passage to go see them…

“Well,” Kent says with a little sigh, running a hand through his hair. “They probably will come back. But for a few weeks, at least,” he says, smiling at the two of them, “we’ve got the house back to ourselves.” “We have to celebrate!” Fay declares, holding her glass up and spinning again with joy….

I groan a little, tilting my head back, my brain quickly running through the possibilities. Because – what does this mean? My mind obviously turns to the clearest possibility: that I’m pregnant. But how!? Because Kent had a vasectomy – But…did it not work? Or is it something worse – Am I – am I…

“No, Fay,” he says, taking my face in his hands and shaking his head. “That was…horrible. I didn’t mean it. That’s not what I think and not what I want. I should trust you more too. I’m sorry.” And then I’m nodding, accepting it, understanding that we both regret everything about the past two days,…

“Yes,” Kent snaps, clearly eager for him to go. “Although, messy, yes?” Alessi continues, and I curse again mentally when I hear his footsteps turn back towards us. “We will have to have some discussions about the fallout, and how you Americans handle this trade. In fact, it might be better if you were to…

“You can’t go out that way,” he snaps, his arms still crossed over his chest. “You’ll be seen.” And a really, really big part of me wants to tell him to fuck off and to throw open the door, striding out into the hallway for everyone to see – for Alessi to see that Kent…

And I stare at it, desperately wanting to see this as a peace offering, as Kent wanting to talk, to make things right. But it’s not. I know it’s not. Because it’s not an apology, is it? Or him taking anything back. Or him demonstrating that he trusts me. It’s just him, calling to me,…