Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 113

Alden just shrugs, leaning back against his seat. “She’s a beautiful girl, my Fay. Young men want to talk to her. I can’t help

that.”

Kent carefully notes the possessive in Alden’s sentence. His Fay. Kent rankles at the ownership there, but doesn’t let it show on his

face.

“What was Ivan even doing at your barbeque, Alden?” Kent asks, leaning further forward and putting on the pressure. “The last time we talked, you told me that he was responsible for the attempt on my life at that party you threw to introduce Fay to your family.”

“A misunderstanding,” Alden says lightly, waving a hand to

dismiss it. “Ivan spoke to me, after he realized that the evidence was pointing towards him. Assured me, in no uncertain terms, that he had nothing to do with it.”

“And you never thought to share that information with me?” Kent

asks, turning his head to the side, his question taking on the edge

of a threat. “Though surely you would have known that I would be

interested.”

from a platter on the table. He takes a nibble of it before responding. “Well, Ivan told me that

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the same certain terms.”

on cue, the door opens again, a young man pushing through. Unlike Kent and Alden, he’s totally alone. He’s dressed weil, though he

in shades of black and grey,

standing with his feet apart

his jaw and looks slowly between Ivan and Alden, rage festering in his stomach. As he does, every single one of his men puts a hand on the gun at their hip.

not part of the plan. Alden was pushing the envelope here, letting Kent

changed.

he can. “So nice of you to

precisely the

time you two talked,” Alden says as Ivan crosses the small

a seat at the table.

even though you should be in

his chair

to let him know to be ready in