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

And suddenly, as I turn into my own room and press the door shut behind me, I want a drink. Very badly. Because while everyone else spent the evening enjoying their wine, and then getting obliterated at the bar so they didn’t have to feel their emotions – I spent my night watching Natalia’s every…

“Come on, Fay,” he snarls. “We’re out of here.” And I set my own jaw as I follow Daniel down the short set of stairs, never letting go of his hand and not looking behind me for a moment as we storm towards the front door. Out front a light rain starts to fall as…

“No,” he says, his tempering rising a little as he grabs my arm. I let my eyes go wide and look at his hand, taking a sharp breath in. “I’m sorry, Fay,” he says, releasing me and shaking his head. “My temper – I am not good –” “She said that you were…the weakest…” I…

I only realize what I’m doing with my hand when Jerome bursts out laughing and then I blush and smack him, telling him to shut the hell up, though I can’t help laughing myself. The result, of course, is that by the time we both spill into the house we’re laughing hysterically at our new…

“You are doing all right,” Natalia replies, leaning even closer to Kent and letting her eyelids drift down so that she’s looking up at him through her lashes. “But with the right woman, Kent? You could do so much better. Be so much more relaxed.” And I feel the inner urge to bare my teeth…

“Causes chaos, you mean,” she replies, still trying to shut the door – but she’s only got one free hand, and I’ve got two. “Okay, I buy that,” I say, holding my weight against the door until she gives up, glaring at me. “Please,” I say, my eyes wide and, I hope, showing my earnest…

They greet me warmly, as if I do this every day, and I slide one hand cooly into the pocket of my tight pants as I ask how they are and talk playfully with them about their plans for the day as well as my own. “Little Fay,” one of them says – an uncle…

“Well, Daniel, obviously,” I say and he tilts his head, because he knows by my tone that there’s more. “And…Jerome.” “Jerome?” Kent asks, surprised. “Jerome is smarter than you give him credit for,” I say, raising my eyebrows. “He’s…perceptive.” “He’s also obsessed with you,” Kent mutters angrily, looking away, his expression mildly murderous now. I…

“Okay,” I agree, closing my eyes and finding myself yawning a little bit, realizing that he’s right. Even if my mind is on fire to begin strategizing, my body is ready to sleep. A few minutes pass and I feel Kent’s breathing soften, hear his heartbeat slow. But I can’t help myself as my mind…

“If you deserve it,” he growls, narrowing his eyes at me a little, daring me to try. I can’t help but grin, which makes him laugh. “I can’t even scare you into good behavior anymore,” he sighs. I shrug. “It’s not my fault if I like you a little scary. Very scowly and dark. Just…