Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 234

I take a deep breath in through my nose, realizing suddenly that even though I’ve written him off a bit, Jerome is kind of a player in this game. Young, not with a lot of power yel, but that he could make moves, if he wanted to.

“What?” Jerome asks, seeing me study him. “What are you thinking?”

“Nothing,” I say, blinking and coming back to the present moment, folding my arms and tucking my glass of orange juice tightly in the crease of my elbow. “So, why are you telling me this? That Daniel called you up because he was pissed, or upset?”

“Because, Fay,” Jerome says, shaking his head a little. “He went to you first.”

My mouth falls open at this news and my stomach sinks with guilt. “He – he went to my room?”

“Yup,” Jerome says, nodding slowly. “Apparently, he and Kent were having a fight when Kent dropped the bomb about knowing that Daniel is…Daniel. And that fight was largely about you, and wherever you went with Ivan, and Kent letting you go, And Daniel went to his room for a little bit to cool down, and then he looked for you all day and he couldn’t find you.”

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know…what’s going on with you. And I don’t want to tell you what to do. But Daniel he’s important to me – do you think that you could try, a little harder, to be good to him?”

want to know. Here Jerome is, clearly at Daniel’s beck and call, nursing him through his fight with his dad and his inability to contact the girl he’s

open a little bit in shock.

mean,” I continue, lowering my voice so that it’s barely audible. “Does it bother you that Daniel went to you for comfort only after he couldn’t find me? That he keeps you a secret? That

me, then, by visibly collapsing a little bit, emotionally. His face falls and he leans back against the kitchen. counter, setting his glass of juice down hard and covering his eyes with his hand for a moment. A little sympathetic squeak works its way out of me and I’m quickly at his side, placing my juice down next to

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I was getting into, Fay,” Jerome murmurs,

up into his face as he moves his hand away and looks down

just try to be nice to him, Fay? He’s having…a really hard time with this.”