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

“You need to be careful, Fay,” Ivan urges, his voice tentative. “I wanted to tell you this last night – but we got distracted. And now time is short, so I’m sorry that this is abrupt, but…things are changing in the criminal sphere. Something big is coming – I don’t want you to get caught…

“Oh my god,” Jerome whispers, leaning forward and grinning at me. “You actually did it, didn’t you?” I freeze – no way – there’s no way he knows so fast – “Oh my god, you totally did!” Jerome hisses, gleeful, “You actually boned Lippert! –” “Jerome!” I gasp, looking out into the hallway, frantic. “What…

“Kent, I swear –” I say, all in a rush. “I had no idea – I did not plan this –” “Give me your phone,” Kent commands, interrupting me, apparently having no interest in what I’m saying. I nod quickly and rush to my desk, grabbing the phone he gave me off of it and…

“I’m starting to get that impression,” Ivan mutters, still staring at me. “It’s really good to see you Fay,” he continues quietly, sincerity all over his face. I take a deep breath, suddenly relaxed, more relaxed maybe than I’ve been all day, which is weird considering…well. I push that thought from my mind and give…

I gasp a little, starting to tremble a bit at the newness of it all. He is…big. I can feel it. I mean, I never thought he’d be small – god damn it, I never thought about it at all – never really considered any of these sorts of things – Oh my god, was…

“Okay,” I say softly, smiling to myself as I press myself closer to him, tucking my head beneath his chin. Kent wraps his arms tightly around me, running a hand down my spine. I enjoy the little tingle that his touch brings to me as he traces his fingers up and down the length of…

My father is shooting out of his chair, Tristin going pale across the room and gathering Romulus close to her side. My father strides towards me, his face livid with rage, a shade of red I haven’t seen before on a human face. I back away quickly, bumping hard into the doorway as I go…

I glance back at the box then and marvel again at the last gift – a pair of the most delicate white moccasins I’ve seen with fur lining the inside and the most incredible beadwork on the top. I line these treasures up on the bed and take a moment to stare at them, a…

I open the door and give the housekeeper standing there a smile, accepting the folded clothes and the white box beneath. My eyes raise at that – the white box in the morning is new. Then, I turn back to Daniel, frowning a little. “You don’t get clothes delivered?” “No, Fay,” Daniel says, sitting up…

“I’m a therapist, Kent,” I continue. “Or at least, I was training to be. That was my job, until you made me quit and locked me up in your house. Until you made it clear that the only way for me to gain any control over my life was to marry your son or sign…