Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 130

Jerome drives casually down the country roads close to the stables, singing along with the old country music from the 50s and 60s that’s playing on the radio. I smile, watching and listening to him. Who knew that a guy trying to work his way up in a mafia family could sing so well.

And knew so much Patsy Cline.

I shrug, looking out the window, enjoying the view when suddenly

Jerome slams on the breaks.

“Shit,” he mutters as our car skids to a stop, beginning to fishtail a

little.

I gasp, grabbing on to the handle above my head and the center console to hold myself steady. My vision, of course, snaps directly

to the road, anxious to see what the hell is in our way.

My eyes go wide with shock when I see it.

A bright red Ferrari, situated sideways in the middle of the road, blocking any traffic that might come by on either side.

And leaning against it, his arms crossed casually in front of him, is a young man in a fashionable designer sweatsuit. With tattoos all the way up his neck.

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the glove box, popping it open and pulling out

my god, a

ask, my eyes following it with shock. “Has that been there the whole time!?”

the safety off the gun and expertly ensuring that the clip is full

still, Fay,” he murmurs, looking out of the windshield as Ivan stands up from his position leaning against the car, smirking at Jerome in the front seat. Then, his eyes slide to mine, and he cocks his head

A question.

back at Jerome, the loaded gun in his hand, and

stop me, I pull the handle on my door and

grabbing for me, but I’m out of the car before he can get a grasp on me. “Get the fuck back in here!”

bending down so that Jerome can hear me and see my face. “But you’re definitely going to get

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if you go out there with

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to get kidnapped Fay!” Jerome

the door in his face, hoping he

start to walk towards Ivan, who gives me a sly little

going to kidnap me. If he wanted

such a show.

impress me.

within about five feet of him.

his eyes sliding over

of blocking

I?” Ivan asks, glancing over his shoulder,

me and gives me his most charming smile. “My bad.”