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

my god,

it with shock. “Has that been there the

gun and

position leaning against the car, smirking at Jerome in

A question.

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

me, I pull the handle on my door and push it open, putting one foot out.

I’m out of the car before he can

going to hurt me,” I say, bending down so that Jerome can

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kidnapped Fay!”

the door in his face,

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

If he wanted me kidnapped, he

show. No, this is him

impress me.

say, coming within about five

came, his eyes sliding

kind of blocking the

over his

to me and gives me his most charming smile. “My