Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Gifts

Chapter 15 – A Pawn in their Game–1

Alden narrows his eyes at me and looks back at Kent. I’m a little shocked, I admit, that he hasn’t addressed me yet. I stand awkwardly in front of him and Daniel quietly takes my hand, giving it a squeeze of support.

“Is this for real, Lippert?” Alden asks, a threat behind his glare.

Kent nods slowly. “We did a test. It’s a 99% genetic match for paternity. I can show you the paperwork upstairs, and you can have it verified by your own doctors. But, with that kind of proof at hand, Alden.” He spread his hands out, hoping Alden takes him at his word. “Why would I lie?”

Alden nods and returns his gaze to me, staring for a moment. Then, he shocks me again by breathing out a huge breath of air and rubbing a hand down his face. “Damnit, but you look like your mother,” he mutters.

eyes.

My mouth falls open when I see the glimmer of tears in his My heart goes out to him, then. He’s a solid rock of a man, but I can see that deep feelings run beneath.

“Where is she?” he demands.

Surprised, I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “She died,” I say, grimacing inwardly at my bluntness. Alden’s face falls minutely. Surely, after all these years, he knew it would be unlikely that she would be alive, but still – he’s upset by the

“When?” he asks.

“Years ago,” I whisper, sorry to be the one to tell him. “I was young – I had just turned six.”

I feel horrible – I had no idea that he cared for her as much as he clearly does. I had assumed she was

–

what had Fiona called

herself? a goomah. His mistress, or his girlfriend, not someone he really I cared about.

He asks, crossing his arms

a

head away, gathering himself together. “And where has she been laid to rest?” Alden asks,

a small cemetery by our home – in the churchyard. I can take you there, if you like,” Isay,

to anger at the flip of a switch. He turns his burning eyes to me. “In a churchyard?” He shakes his head. “He didn’t respect her, then,

my own emotions turning, then, from pity to anger. How dare he suggest

my hand tighter, in a warning that comes too

nothing,”

“He raised me

me,” the words rip from

my eyes going wide. Alden takes a heavy step towards me, intimidation

step. “Did he know about your parentage? Did he know where she came

stay

he says, narrowing his eyes at me. “He kept you

the kind of things my mother must have gone through. She must have experienced moods that made her decide to pack up and leave

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Gifts

– A Pawn in

Game–2

I let myself get so wrapped up in this world? I cower away from my father.

Kent’s voice rings out behind me,

angry eyes to him

gritted, making clear that his pleasure is only a formality. He nods pointedly at the ring on my hand, “that our agreement, years ago, to unite our families through marriage is holding strong. Your daughter is engaged to my son. I anticipate that the wedding will be swift, in the next few months,

is low in his throat. “This is a trick,” he says. “How can they be

met before, by some miracle,” he says, giving

conveniently, of the fact that

and his father carefully planned this meeting, this conversation. In one swoop, they gave Alden back his

to marry Daniel. Because Daniel, too, is a player in this game, moving me around like the

open my mouth to protest, but Alden interrupts