Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 344

“Yes,” Kent says, his whole body going tense suddenly. “The shipment is arranged. I got word tonight that it should arrive in Sicily in two days‘ time.”

“Ah!” Alessi says, laughing a little, apparently pleased. “This is wonderful, Kent. We will be…very pleased, to be able to bring this new business to Italy. It will be quite lucrative, for us to be able to get a foot in this different game.”

“Yes,” Kent snaps, clearly eager for him to go.

“Although, messy, yes?” Alessi continues, and I curse again. mentally when I hear his footsteps turn back towards us. “We will have to have some discussions about the fallout, and how you Americans handle this trade. In fact, it might be better if you were to send some men home with us so that they can teach us some methods for distribution and…well, clean up. From the inevitable cost to human life.”

My eyes go wide as I listen to his words. What? What the hell were

they getting into?

“You’ll have them,” Kent says quickly, apparently willing to promise anything to get Alessi out of here. “I’ll arrange it tonight and dedicate the men this morning. All right?”

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says, and I hear his footsteps move leisurely towards the

door. When I hear the door creak closed and then click shut, I let out a huge sigh of relief, echoed by Kent’s

making a little more space for me, but to my

Fay,” Kent murmurs, and I crawl out from beneath the desk, looking up at him from the floor on my hands and

all right?” I ask, a little breathless. “Did

sighing. “I don’t think he did – but – then why

not knowing what to say, my mind whirring over everything that I heard. “Kent…” I say quietly as I lean down and grab my pants off the floor, leaning back against the desk as I start to pull them back on. The mood’s dead,

time, and pushes himself to his feet, pulling up his own pants and

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ask, a little shocked. Honestly after everything we just said to each other about trusting each other – and how he doesn’t want

and fastening the button at

mc?”

don’t need to know, Fay,” he growls, turning to glare at

“It sounded serious!”

a step closer, trying to intimidate me into shutting up.