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.”

He takes a nibble of it before responding. “Well, Ivan told

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

He wears them exclusively in shades of black and

Kent, standing with his feet apart and his

rage festering in his stomach. As he does, every single one of his men puts a hand on the gun

was pushing the envelope here, letting Kent know that his allegiances have

changed.

what control he can. “So nice of you to come.” The venom in his words

precisely the

talked,” Alden says as

seat at the table. “There is two much bad blood

even though you should be

blood with him,” Kent says, leaning back in his chair and putting his hands in his pockets,

him know to be ready in case this goes