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

frozen in our

hell,” Kent says, striding forward and putting out

hand between us. “Is this?”

instantly recognize

Shit. Shit.

the folded note that Fiona had given me for Alden, that cryptic poem inside. It’s been opened – clearly, Kent has read

the back of the desk.

eyes from Kent’s hand to hist face.

my arm, pulling me up out of my chair and along with him back into the house. He’s angry, of course, but his grip doesn’t hurt me. He’s still firmly in control.

after him, coming into the house as well. “Stop! What’s happening! What did she-”

Kent says, turning to look firmly at his son.

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tracks, seeing the look on his

tries once

let her go- don’t do this

your woman

wouldn’t have to

he again storms forward, dragging me behind

that small white door in the corner.

I see where we’re heading.

my voice, throwing my weight back,

into the tiled

to move forward, tugging me once

I lose my balance and

we’re through the door – heading down the stairs

dim hallway,