Filed to story: Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)
“Jerome!”
It’s Daniel’s voice but Jerome can barely focus on it, because the fucking pain
“Stop!” Kent shouts and there’s a scuffle behind Jerome, who finally blinks back to himself and begins to stand up, turning to see Kent shoving the door to the room shut, Daniel’s shirt wrapped in his fist. “Your fucking boyfriend betrayed us, Daniel,” Kent growls, shaking Daniel hard, making him listen.
“Wha what?” Daniel gasps, going still and turning to stare at Jerome, his face horrified.
“It’s not like that!” Jerome gasps, desperate for Daniel to see Kent too, but especially Daniel
“Stay right the fuck there,” Kent growls, not letting go of Daniel but grabbing his gun from the table and pointing it right at Jerome’s heart.
“Dad!” Daniel gasps, but Kent just shakes him again, silencing him.
“Talk,” Kent snaps, his hand holding the gun steady. “You have about fifteen seconds, Jerome, to convince me not to kill you.”
“Please,” Jerome says, putting up his hands now, his pain disappearing in the wake of his blind terror. “I swear it was years ago she she hired me, she told me to put myself in your view! To let you notice me! And then um when I got in your good graces, I was supposed to report back! I was a mole, or whatever!”
“Jerome,” Daniel says, his voice breaking on his name, desperate and devastated. “How could you ”
“No!” Jerome continues, shaking his head frantically, his eyes wide and locked on Daniel’s. “I swear Daniel I reported to her like twice stupid shit, because I was nobody, I didn’t even know any secrets at the time! And then once I got into the family? Once I met you?” His voice breaks as he focuses only on Daniel now. “I I decided that’s where I wanted to be! I cut ties completely! I never spoke to her again she tried to get me back, but I completely broke away ”
“God, fuck, Jerome,” Daniel moans, and his father lets his shirt loose as Daniel buries his face in his hands and turns his back on him. “How could you fucking do this ”
Jerome’s heart breaks as he hears Daniel gasp, his breath thick with tears as his world pretty much falls apart his best friend fucking kidnapped, his boyfriend who he is completely in love with confessing an insane betrayal
But Kent isn’t so easily distracted.
“So did you do this?” Kent snaps, narrowing his eyes and taking a step closer to Jerome, the gun still pointed solidly at his chest. “Did you put this woman in contact did you tell her where Fay was going to be?”
“N-no!” Jerome gasps, his eyes going wide as he focuses again on the man in charge. “I’m not lying, Kent! I cut ties ages ago I have been loyal for years ”
Kent strides forward and hits Jerome again, the butt of the gun in his fist connecting solidly with the side of Jerome’s skull. Jerome moans and falls to the ground, covering his head and curling into a ball.
“Tell me!” Kent shouts, looming over him. “What the fuck did you tell her!?”
“I didn’t tell anyone anything!” Jerome insists, covering his head.
“Dad!” Daniel gasps, coming forward and grabbing Kent’s arm, stopping him from hitting Jerome again.
Jerome peeks through his hands to see Daniel pulling hard on Kent, making him turn towards him. “He didn’t,” Daniel growls, defensive, putting his body between Kent and Jerome. “I swear to god if Jerome was up to anything? If he’d been betraying me for years? I would know.”
Kent seethes but locks his jaw shut, staring into his son’s face, probably deciding…fuck, Jerome doesn’t know what. Whether to kill him? Whether to trust Daniel? Whether any of this actually matters because honestly, Jerome doesn’t know who took Fay it’s just a hunch
“Please,” Jerome moans, shaking his head. “I’m sorry but you needed to know ”
Kent snaps his attention back to Jerome at that. “Tell me,” he demands, his voice more even now. “Who is it? Who hired you to watch me, to spy?”
Jerome takes a deep breath, still clutching his head and hiding his face.
“Jerome,” Daniel begs, pleading with him.
Jerome takes a single steadying breath before moving his hand from his face, looking up at the mafia boss and his boyfriend, who fuck look so strikingly similar, but who are so…totally different.
Just like Fay. And that woman.
God, the first time he’d seen Fay…
“It’s her mom,” Jerome moans, shaking his head, tears leaking out the sides of his eyes. “The one who hired me? It was Fay’s mom.”
Kent and Daniel stare down at Jerome for a long moment in complete shock.
And then Kent lets out a stream of curses, turning away and storming from the room. He slides some guns at random into one the black bags on the table as he goes, not checking to see what he’s got. He doesn’t look behind him either as he moves through the closet, through the bedroom, and into the house.
He barely looks around as he strides for the door, grabbing his set of keys on his way to push it open
Except
“Kent.” Thompson’s cold voice rings out behind him, agonized and terrified and pissed.
Kent slowly turns to look the man in the eyes.
A thousand words run through his head apologies, pleas for forgiveness, excuses that this wasn’t supposed to happen
But he swallows them all and nods once.
“I’m going to get her back, David,” Kent says, his words tight.
Thompson just stares at him, livid, his jaw clenched.
Kent nods once and pushes through the door.
Gio’s already waiting for him at the car.
“All right,” I say, quietly stroking the little dog’s ears, noticing the deepening of his breathing as he starts to fall asleep probably a very puppy reaction to all the stress. “You’ve got my attention, Ivan. By force. But all right, tell me about this offer.”
“I can’t,” he says, shaking his head a little. “That’s for her to say.”
“Who?” I ask, tilting my head to the side.
“You’ll find out,” he says dryly. Then he sits up, trying to peek out the back tinted windows. “I think we’re almost there.”
“Ivan,” I hiss, leaning forward. “What the fuck is going on? Like, why are you even in Italy? Running someone else’s errands?”
“What?” he asks.
“Seriously,” I say, gesturing towards him with an open palm. “This is so not your style. You’re the errand boy, going to kidnap me and bringing me to someone else? This is very much not the mafia boss who blocked the road with his Lamborghini, nor is it the kinda-sexy police man who was all,” I shrug a little, “all stuck up and straight laced. And bossy.”
Ivan tries to fight it, but he smirks a bit at this. He can’t help it. I burst into a grin. “Well,” he says, shaking his head at me. “If this isn’t my style that’s not my fault. That’s yours.”
“What?” I ask, sitting up straight.