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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at Kent, standing there, seething, his hands clenched in fists at his side.

go silent, frozen

striding forward and

hand between us.

recognize

Shit. Shit.

Alden, that cryptic poem inside. It’s been opened – clearly, Kent has read it – but it still has the tape on it,

of the

my eyes from Kent’s hand to hist

Kent just grabs 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

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

says, turning to look firmly at his son.

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in his tracks, seeing the look

tries once more.

her go- don’t do

you kept your woman

“then I wouldn’t have to

again storms forward, dragging

the kitchen. Towards that small white door in the

goes cold when I

finding my voice,

tiled floor. “Please,

continuing to move forward,

my balance and have to stumble after

door – heading

the little dim