Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Gifts

Chapter 337

I gasp at this, at the gall of him, smacking lightly at him and laughing until he pulls away, laughing himself.

“Hypocrite!” I gasp, shaking my head at him with a big smile on my face. “It’s not like you don’t have secrets from us.”

“What?” he says, still laughing though his smile faulters a bit. “What secrets do I have from you?”

“Well, for instance,” I say, raising my eyebrows at him. “Whatever it is that you were talking about with Alessi today, in your office.”

Kent’s face drops then, going suddenly cold. “What?”

“In your office,” I push, though a new anxiety wipes my own smile from my face. “Something about…a shipment, and a delivery. And the police not knowing?”

Kent draws away from me then, his arms going slack as he stares at me. “Were you…were you listening in on me? On my private conversation, Fay?”

and looking down at the sheets.

over his chest, letting me fall out of

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Fay?” he asks. “The door wasn’t completely closed, and you took that as

looking down at the blankets. “We couldn’t help but hear…”

sharp now, making me look up at him. “Who was walking

answer, my own voice

all?” he snaps, staring hard at

the accusation behind his words. “Kent, I’m not lying to

up from the bed. “You don’t need

up from the bed and turns away from me. “Seriously, Kent! You’re being

unfair!”

room erased in favor again for the Mafia King. “I never promised to be fair, Fay. To protect you? Yes. To provide a home for you? Yes. To let you into my inner dealings? My work?” He just shakes his head and heads towards his closet, clearly pissed

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