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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box, popping

my god, a gun.

ask, my eyes following it with shock. “Has that

flicking the safety off the gun and expertly ensuring

up from his position leaning against the car, smirking at Jerome in the front

A question.

the loaded gun in his hand, and

pull the handle on my door and push it

the car before he can get a grasp on me. “Get the fuck

can hear me and see my face. “But you’re definitely going to get

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go out there with

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to get kidnapped Fay!” Jerome exclaims,

the door in his face, hoping he

Ivan, who

me. If he wanted me kidnapped,

putting on such a show. No, this is him wanting to

impress me.

within about five feet

came, his eyes sliding over me from head

of blocking the

I?” Ivan asks, glancing over his shoulder, feigning ignorance.

turns back to me and gives me his most charming smile.