Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 325

Janeen, Jerome, and Daniel all watch through the glass of the back door as Fay and her dad sit on the couch, having a long chat during which she explains a lot of stuff that…he probably doesn’t want to know. They’ve been watching the myriad of emotions cross his face, but Janeen is finally relieved to see him smiling, clearly excited about his first grandchild.

Janeen smiles herself, finally feeling a little bit at ease now. Because as far as she’s concerned, even though Kent is out of the picture her dad is very much in. It’s good to finally see the final member of Team Baby on the page.

“What do you think,” Daniel murmurs to her, anxiously biting the nail of his thumb as he stares through the door. “Is he gonna…kill me? Kill her? Break into prison and kill Kent?”

“Nah,” Janeen says with a sigh, turning away from the window and towards the beer that’s waiting for her on the table. “Papa Thompson is a big softie. Why would he be mad at you, anyway?”

“Because I got her into this,” Daniel sighs, taking Janeen’s cue and likewise sitting down at the table, joined by Jerome.

“Yeah,” Janeen says, giving him a weird look as she raises her beer to her lips. “You guys are like…weirdly close for ex’s. What even is she to you now? Your fake fiancée slash new mom?”

Daniel grimaces.

“Nah these two are besties,” Jerome sighs, looking at Janeen with a small smile. “Daniel and Fay are two peas in a fucked-up pod – they talk the same, think the same. Even have the same boring-ass hobbies. Books, puzzles. It’s the worst.”

Janeen laughs at this, turning bright eyes on Daniel. “So, are you a horse girl too?”

“Absolutely not,” Daniel says, shuddering. “Horrible animals.”

They all laugh then, taking a much-needed mutual sip of their beers. Things go quiet then, each of them thinking their own independent thoughts on the same subject.

“So, tell me the truth,” Janeen says quietly, and Daniel looks up to see her eyes fixed on him. “Your dad. Does he love her?”

Daniel’s lips press to a thin line as he studies Janeen, deciding what to say. But then he just gives it up and huffs an ironic little laugh before letting his head hang a little.

“Yeah, Janeen,” he sighs, pressing his fingers tight against the bridge of his nose – a motion that makes Jerome smirk because it’s something he’s seen Kent do a thousand times. “Yeah, he loves the crap out of her. He…he hasn’t said it, not to her. But dad’s…”

“Closed off? Fucked up? Emotionally stunted and withholding?”