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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and I hear his footsteps move leisurely towards the door.

apparently, passes through the door. When I hear the door creak closed and then click shut, I let out a huge sigh of relief, echoed

a little more space

I crawl out from beneath the

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

he did – but – then why did he speak in English the

awkwardly stand up, 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, anyway

pushes himself to his feet, pulling up his

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after everything we just said to each other about trusting each other – and how he doesn’t want me to

straight and fastening the button at the top of my jeans. “You’re just…not going to

mc?”

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

“It sounded serious!”

a step closer, trying