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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again, scrambling for the glove box, popping it

god, a gun.

it with shock. “Has that

safety off the gun and expertly

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

A question.

at Jerome, the loaded gun in his hand, and make an impulsive decision.

handle on my door and push it

but I’m out of the car before he can get a grasp on

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

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going to get kidnapped Fay!” Jerome exclaims, but I just

his face, hoping he

start to walk towards Ivan, who gives me a sly

going to kidnap me. If he wanted me kidnapped, he

putting on such a show.

impress me.

coming within about five feet of

as I came, his eyes sliding

blocking the

asks, glancing over his shoulder, feigning ignorance.

to me and gives me