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

I saw people die tonight – people with families – people who were coming after me, maybe, trying to take me because I’m a powerful pawn in whatever fucking game they’re playing – Kent and Alden and Daniel – I hate them all then – hate everything they stand for. Daniel tries to be kind…

The man bobs his head and the three of us walk through the stable to the last stall on the right, which the groom pulls open. Kent walks up to the open door and leans on the far side of it, nodding into the stall. “What do you think, Fay?” he asks. Slowly, so excited…

Iâ??m alone in the back seat of the black sedan that takes me to dinner at my fatherâ??s house. I look up at the grey stone mansion and grimace, not looking forward to this. I know that there should probably be some curiosity in me, some desire to know more about my family and my…

Willingly, I follow Jerome and my other guard out of the room and into the hall. The three of us scurry towards the door, guilt roiling in me to be the cause of so much strife. Before I step out the door, though, I hear a little voice call out behind me. “Wait!” it says….

“You are hungry,” Kent says, his voice low. “You’ve barely eaten all day!” The tears start to come harder as he yells at me – I’m just completely overwhelmed. I watch him, watching me cry, see the anger in his face turn into something else – worry, pity, even fear. “Stop that!” he yells, pounding…

Kent sneers at her, watching the realization of his insult break out onto her face. “Is that…” Fiona starts, unable to stop herself. “Is that really how you see me?” Slowly, she puts down her piece of bread. “Yes,” he says, leaning back in his chair, enjoying the feeling of power that comes when he…

â??Daniel?â? I ask. â??How are you going to inherit this family, itsâ?¦businessâ?¦if you canâ??t handle its methods?â? He shakes his head at me, looking sad. â??I ask myself that all the time. I donâ??t think even my dad has an answer. Honestly, sometimes it feels like heâ??s fighting so hard to keep this familyâ??s power…

My hand slides over smooth denim. I stop dead in my tracks, panicked, and pat all over my body looking for it. Then, slowly, I turn back towards the little door. I definitely felt it in my back pocket when we left the patio… God damnit. My phone must have fallen out in the weird…

â??Oh come on, Fay,â? he purrs, putting his hands in his pockets. â??You were the one who was so curious to see what was going on in the basement, even after I told you to leave. You should be brave enough to admit that you wanted to see it, that you liked it.â? â??I did…

Kent sighs and looks at me sharply. “If you want to ask, Fay, if I murdered her, or she died in a gunfight, or was kidnapped and tortured by my enemies, just be forthright about it.” I press my lips together, embarrassed. Because of course, that’s exactly what I want to know. I say nothing….