Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 85

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I bite my lip eagerly. “We could keep it simple, start small. Figure out how to get our passports, or get convincing passports made. Then, the next thing we need is cash. I have nothing,” I say, but then my eyes catch on the million–dollar diamond I’m wearing on my hand. “Or, well, I have some of this jewelry his dad gave me.”

He frowns at the ring on my finger, remembering–of course – that it was his mother’s. I quickly put my hand over it.

“Not this one,” I say gently. “This one, we keep. But there are

sapphires, other jewels. Just like… sitting in my room.”

He pauses for a moment, looking at me seriously, and then he

whispers his answer.

“Okay, Fay,” he says, very, very quietly. “I’m not saying let’s go. I’m just saying… let’s look and see. We’ll look into how hard it is to get the documents. Then, once we know more… we’ll talk again.”

I can’t help but give a little squeal of joy, and he smiles at my

excitement.

“Okay!” I exclaim. “Um, I don’t even have a passport though–do

you think we can get one?”

He considers it for a moment, opening his mouth to answer, when

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suddenly the door to the patio flies open, banging hard against

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of the house. I gasp, turning sharply to look at Kent, standing there, seething, his hands

Daniel and I go silent, frozen

striding forward and putting out his

hand between us. “Is this?”

recognize

Shit. Shit.

for Alden, that cryptic poem inside. It’s been opened – clearly, Kent has read it – but it

back of the desk.

with fear, I raise my eyes from Kent’s hand to hist face. I don’t say

up out of my chair and along with him back into

coming into the house as well. “Stop! What’s

says, turning to look firmly at

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in his tracks, seeing the

tries once more.

don’t

kept your woman

I wouldn’t have to do

again storms forward, dragging

that small white door in the corner.

blood goes cold when I see where we’re heading.

finding my voice, throwing

the tiled

me, continuing to move forward, tugging me once

I lose my balance and have to stumble after

– heading down

little dim