Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 224

Jerome and I stay at my father’s house for the next few hours, until dark begins to encroach on the day, mostly because…well, I can’t think of a graceful early exit that doesn’t make it look like I’m not scurrying off to Kent to tell him everything my father just said.

Which, quite frankly, is exactly what I want to do.

Instead we stay for the next few hours, drinking Aperol spritzes with my father and my step-mom, chatting lightly and watching as the Romulus runs around the back yard. The sun has already started to fall when Jerome looks worriedly at his phone and taps its face, asking me, silently, if I’ve checked mine at all today.

I shrug, silently letting him know I didn’t bring a phone. Jerome’s eyes go wide and he exhales a huge, exasperated breath, so I make my excuses and get us out of my father’s house as quickly as I can.

“Are you serious, Fay?” Jerome hisses, taking me by the elbow as we head down the front steps.

“You sure as hell sound like a Lippert now,” I whisper, giving him a little glare. “Why? What’d I miss?”

“Apparently Daniel’s been trying to reach you for hours,” he whispers. “You were supposed to be home, and dressed for dinner, 45 minutes ago!”

“Well nobody told me!” I protest as we arrive at the car, quickly climbing in.

“Yes, Fay, they did!” Jerome retorts, sliding into the driver’s seat and slamming the door behind him as I fasten my seatbelt. “You just didn’t bring the very tiny, very handy communication device they used to tell you!”

“But you’re my communication device,” I tease, pouting a little.

Jerome rolls his eyes at me, not buying my cute act, and peels out of the driveway, clearly eager to get us home as fast as he can because he knows that he’ll get blamed because…well. He’s sleeping with one of the bosses, but not the right one.

We’re on the road for a few quiet minutes before Jerome surprises me.

“What the hell are you getting into, Fay,” he asks, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

“Huh?” is my brilliant reply.

“Why did you come here?” he asks, turning to me. “Are you like…getting information?”