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

“You were eavesdropping, Fay,” he shoots back, frowning at me. “There’s a reason they were waiting to talk about it until we left.” “Yah,” I say, looking up at him as if it’s obvious. “Which is why I wanted to hear what they were saying!” “Dad doesn’t like that,” Daniel says, putting an arm around…

But my body responds and I feel myself leaning into him as he wraps me closer against his chest, as he bends me backwards under the force of his emotions, kissing me like we’ve come to the end of a great thing. And then he lets me go, almost all at once. Just – drops…

Because, I know, Daniel and Jerome are still going strong, even if their midnight meetups have been temporarily disrupted. But honestly weathering the affections of the dolls is the least torturous part of the night. The most torturous part is that Ivan doesn’t say a god damn word to me. He doesn’t even glance my…

Jerome opens his mouth to answer, but I interrupt, grabbing Ivan’s hand. “Come on,” I say, tugging him inward towards the stalls. “Come meet Heathcliff.” Ivan grins at me and lets himself be lead along. When we arrive at Heathcliff’s stall I drop Ivan’s hand to unlock the bolt, but when I turn to invite…

“So, is this how it’s going to be?” Daniel murmurs to me as he watches Natalia and Alessi take two seats at another small table behind us. “Just…a stalemate?” “If it is,” I say, sighing and turning back to my plate, “then you’d better eat up. We’re going to need all of our strength.” Daniel…

“You do,” he murmured. “You spread out like a starfish – it’s horrible –” But then I wiggled down on the mattress so that his body was leveled above me, his weight pressing me down, just the way I like it. I made him look at me, right in the eyes, not letting him get…

I look dubiously down into my glass, squinting one eye. “Is it any good?” He laughs again and clinks his drink against mine. “Try it, Fay. You might like it.” I sneer a little as I lift the glass to my nose, sniffing the drink. “That’s what you said about the fois gras,” I mumble….

Kent just shrugs and offers me the bottle of tequila, which I take and sip from, watching him. “You could have introduced yourself. Kind of rude that you didn’t.” I laugh and smack him on the shoulder. “Come on, Kent! You know how shy I am, and how scared I was when I first came…

And then we both almost leap out of our skins as a hard knock comes at the door. “Shit,” Kent breathes, pulling me to him in an instant and clamping an unnecessary hand over my mouth. Because I go still as a rabbit, shocking myself by not emitting a noise. We are both still and…

Daniel is…sensitive, I know. And while this is my first time at this “maybe my dad will get whacked for power” rodeo, it’s something he’s dealt with all his life. And perhaps the strain on him…I guess it makes sense, in a way. That he’s just so sick of it that all he wants to…