Filed to story: Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)
“Fuck,” Ivan murmurs, sitting back hard in the passenger seat of the police cruiser and smacking a hand against his leg. He’s missing something he knows it.
But all morning all of it each of his suspicions had been confirmed. First, the dark-haired Lippert had come out of the beach house, alone, and taken the Tesla the Alden corporation had given him out onto the road in the opposite direction of his job.
They had trailed him for hours, and it was all exactly as Fay said it would be Daniel, trying to get close to the state penitentiary on the day his father is being transferred there. Trying something, though Ivan doesn’t know what the hell yet…
But now…he’s just sitting in a coffee shop? Having cup after cup of coffee, alone? What the hell…
Suddenly, a voice buzzes through on the police scanner.
Car crash involving a prison transport
Ivan’s head whips towards the scanner and he stares at it, his jaw dropping open.
No fatalities police officers found bound and gagged
“Shit,” Ivan breathes, his eyes going wide. Because…
Two inmates recovered the third, Kent Lippert, escaped we’re tracking a black van now, anticipating that Lippert is inside
“FUCK!” Ivan shouts, moving instantly for his door, pushing it open and throwing himself out.
“Kaminski!” his partner shouts from the driver’s seat. “Where the hell are you going!? We need to ”
But Ivan ignores him, striding across the street towards the coffee shop, ignoring the fact that traffic is screeching to a halt all around to avoid hitting him. He doesn’t care he wants answers.
Ivan hurls the door open to the shop and crosses it quickly, slapping a hand on Daniel’s shoulder and making him turn. “What the hell is ”
But before Ivan can finish his sentence, the man turns to him and smiles. Ivan freezes, his jaw dropping, his eyes going wide.
Because…because it’s not Daniel Lippert.
It looks a hell of a lot like him the same height, dark hair, square jaw hell, he’s even dressed like Daniel god, they could be…brothers…
But it’s definitely, definitely not him.
“Can I help you?” Donnie asks, but he’s no good at keeping the smug look off his face.
“Where the fuck is he,” Ivan growls, leaning over to glower at this imposter.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, man,” Donnie says, grinning a little.
“Up,” Ivan says, making a snap decision and grabbing the larger man’s arm. “You’re under arrest you’re coming with me for questioning ”
“I am not,” Donnie says, the smile dropping from his face. “I didn’t do a damn thing I’m just having a nice cuppa coffee -“
“You’re ” but Ivan stops, because this guy is right. Arrest him for what, looking like a Lippert? Driving Daniel’s car? Sure, they might be able to get him on some kind of aiding and abetting but…they don’t even know what the crime is yet
“That’s what I thought,” Donnie snaps, pulling his arm out of Ivan’s grasp and turning back to his coffee as the other customers all watch in silent shock.
Ivan’s head whips back to the police cruiser across the street, outside of which is partner is still standing, looking pissed as hell.
“God damn it,” Ivan snaps, realizing finally that he’s been had. That whatever Daniel was planning Ivan got the wrong timeline, he’s in the wrong damn place
Fuck, it had better not be too late he’s invested too much in taking Lippert down
Ivan strides towards the door of the coffee shop, but as he reaches for the handle a voice calls out from behind him.
“Hey!” Donnie shouts, and Ivan turns. “Hey, the little one she wanted me to give you a message.”
“What?” Ivan asks, going suddenly pale.
“The little one,” Donnie repeats, “the redhead?” When Ivan nods, letting Donnie know he understands precisely who he’s talking about, Donnie’s face breaks back into his smug grin. “She asked me to say to you: ‘Am I lying now, Ivan?'”
And then Donnie laughs, shaking his head and turning back to his croissant.
Ivan stares at the back of Donnie’s head as his heart feels like it stops in his chest.
And then shatters into a million pieces.
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Jerome freezes like a rabbit for a second as he stares up at Kent, and then he slowly takes a step back.
“What are you doing?” Kent asks, his eyes narrowing as Jerome slowly backs away from him.
“Getting away from you,” Jerome murmurs, his eyes watching Kent for any movement.
“Why?” Kent asks, frowning.
“Because,” Jerome answers, his voice tense. “You punched the shit out of me twice when you falsely accused me of dating Fay. So, what the hell are you going to do when I confirm that I actually am dating Daniel?”
And Kent, despite himself, bursts out laughing.
“I’m not going to punch you, Jerome ”
“Then what are you going to do!?”
“Nothing!” Kent sighs, laughing and running a hand through his hair. “I just…I’m surprised I didn’t see it.”
“Yeah, well,” Jerome murmurs, still keeping his distance and a wary eye on his boss. “The secrecy was kind of on purpose. You know, to avoid the…punching.”
Kent just chuckles, shaking his head and looking Jerome over. He has to admit, the kid is more capable than he had given him credit for before. If this is Daniel’s choice…well, he can’t say it’s a bad one.
“Listen, I know you say you’re not going to hit me, but history would suggest otherwise.” Jerome says, watching Kent warily from a safe distance.
“Listen,” Kent says, smiling at the kid, liking him despite himself, “have you kept your hands off Fay?”
“Yes,” Jerome says, spreading his hands out as if it’s obvious. “Because beyond knowing what you’d do to me if I touched her, I actually have no interest in any of Fay’s many charms. I prefer….” But then Jerome just blushes, realizing…well, that any description he gives of what he actually does prefer is going to sound a lot like a description of Kent himself, considering that Daniel is essentially his replica.
Kent laughs again, a wide smile on his face. “Well then,” he says, “I have no reason to punch you, do I? As long as you don’t go breaking Daniel’s heart or anything. Then I’ll beat the shit out of you again.”