Filed to story: Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)
Quickly, I flit into the room and push the door shut, nodding when I see that he’s already dressed in his suit.
“Do you have my clothes?” I ask, moving to his side and giving him a hasty kiss on the cheek.
Daniel nods and gestures to where Jerome is, and I laugh a little to see him at the back of the room, using a steamer to get the final wrinkles out of the very simple, very chic, very expensive dress that Daniel and I spent quite a long time picking out for this occasion.
I move over to my friend, greeting him a hasty good morning.
“Morning, baby Fay,” he says, giving me a sleepy smile. Then he looks down at my belly and his smile deepens, “morning, Fay’s baby.”
I laugh, starting to pull off my pajamas as he finishes up and takes my dress off the hanger. When I’m in my underwear, Jerome helps me pull it over my head and zips me up as Daniel tosses a basic makeup set and hairbrush on the bed where I can see it.
“Any changes to the plan?” I ask Daniel as I start to put on some simple makeup in their mirror.
“Nope,” he says, his voice tight. “Was it tough getting away from Kent this morning?”
“Not at all,” I say, finishing up my mascara. “Honestly, it was kind of crazy he was like, sleeping sleeping.”
In the mirror I see Daniel smirk a little and I turn suddenly, staring at him. “What was that for?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.
“What?” he says, playing innocent.
But I just narrow my eyes even further.
“What,” he says, grinning and running a hand through his hair. “I might have given him…a mild sedative in his whiskey last night.”
“Daniel!” I gasp, appalled. “Why didn’t you tell me that!? I was so freaked out!”
Daniel openly laughs at me now. “Seriously, Fay? You’re going to yell at me now for keeping part of a plan from you, even though you openly benefitted from the plan and probably wouldn’t tell me to do any different after you saw the results?” He grins now, slipping his hands into his pockets. “The hypocrisy this morning is…very rich.”
I scowl at him, but I turn back to the mirror and run the brush over my hair before pinning it back away from my face. Because he’s absolutely right. Daniel did to me precisely what we’re doing to Kent, and I have no room to complain.
Jerome yawns as he carries a pair of pumps over to me when I’m finished with my hair and my face. I nod to him as I pull them on and then turn around for the boys. “Well?” I ask. “Do I pass?”
“My perfect pregnant wife,” Daniel murmurs, coming to wrap an arm around my waist and kiss me on the cheek. “Are you ready for this?”
“Not nearly,” I say, shaking my head up at him. “But, we’re doing it anyway.”
“Yup,” he says, kissing me on the forehead. Then he turns to Jerome. “You know your job?”
Jerome gives a lazy little salute, his eyes already on the bed. “Tell Kent nothing, don’t let him leave the house. Try not to get punched.”
“You’re not very good at that last part,” I consider, grimacing a little as I lean against Daniel.
“Only when you’re involved, Fay Lippert,” Jerome says, tossing me a glare as he flops back down onto the bed and gives us a thumbs-up. “Now go away so I can get some sleep.”
I hesitate, wanting to tell Jerome to go sleep out in the living room or something so he can be there when Kent wakes up
“Don’t worry,” Jerome mumbles, sensing my anxiety. “You seriously think Kent is going to let anyone sleep the moment he realizes you’re gone?”
“True,” I say with a sigh. “Maybe slip another one of those sedatives in his breakfast…”
Daniel laughs and then turns me towards the door. “See ya, ‘Rome!” he says over his shoulder.
“Have fun! Don’t get killed!”
And then Jerome pulls the blanket up over his shoulders, and Daniel flicks off the light, and together my husband and I sneak out of the villa.
“Maserati,” I murmur as I slide into the front seat of Daniel’s new car, not forgetting Kent’s promise to buy me my own car if I can learn the names of the others.
“What?” Daniel asks as he turns the car on while I buckle my seatbelt.
“Nothing,” I sigh, looking at our dark villa, my eyes in particular on the windows to the master suite. No lights turn on with the sound of the engine, which I take as a good sign.
Daniel takes a deep breath, staring out the windshield for a long moment. “We’re sure we want to do this?” he asks, a little fear in his voice.
“We’re sure,” I say, letting no hesitation come into mine. Because I have thought this through a thousand times, and I know this is the best way to get us to our goal. The pieces have been in place for a long, long time and now? It’s time to make our move.
“Kent’s going to kill us,” Daniel says on a sigh, but he starts to pull into the driveway anyway.
“You leave Kent to me,” I murmur, making Daniel laugh a little, I assume because he’s more than willing to do that. But, really, once we explain everything? I really do think that Kent will forgive us.
Especially if I have a little time to…persuade him.
“All right,” Daniel says as we pull off the property and hit the road in the dark of the Italian morning. “Here we go.”
We drive for a long, long time and I keep my eyes fastened on the countryside, delighted by it. Sicily is just so incredibly beautiful, even from the highways. Daniel and I don’t say much to each other, some light music that neither of us listen to filling up the quiet. Daniel doesn’t put anything into a GPS, apparently knowing where he’s going from memory.
I frown a little as we pull of the highway and he confidently makes turn after turn.
“Seriously?” I ask, frowning at him a little. “You just…remember where to go?”
“I learned how to drive here, Fay,” he says, sending me a little smirk. “I came every summer as a teenager. I know these roads like the backs of my hands.”
My eyes shift, then, to the literal backs of his hands, which are long and thin one significant difference between him and his father, really. Kent’s hands are broader, but Daniels while still large look like they belong to a musician.
He must have gotten them from his mother.
“Still,” I say, trying to distract myself. “It’s an island, but it’s a big island. I can’t believe you remember how to get here.”
“Fay,” Daniel says, looking at me with a sigh. “On this island? All roads lead to this one house.”
And I gulp a little because…
Well, while Kent was a mafia boss in America, he was one of many, and he operated at least with the veneer of secrecy.
The people we’re going to see today?
They’re more like kings.
Daniel sighs again and reaches out a hand to take mine as we pull up to a set of gates. To my surprise, when Daniel rolls down his window he doesn’t speak into a speaker. Instead, a guard comes forward, leaning down to speak with him.