Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 337

“I was indeed,” Daniel says, pulling a messy clump of hair from his pocket. “Sorry that it’s…all in a heap,” he murmurs, awkwardly handing the lump of Kent’s hair to the doctor. I feel very odd, watching it change hands, fighting a ridiculous urge that rises in me to jump up and touch it myself.

Don’t be so creepy, I chide myself. Or desperate.

So, I force myself to relax back in my chair, watching the doctor take the sample and seal it into a little clear bag. Then, he takes the tube with Daniel’s cheek sample and tosses it in the trash.

“Will that be enough?” Daniel asks, anxious. The doctor holds the bag up to eye-level to take a better look.

“Should be,” the doctor says, looking closely. “I’m seeing some roots there, so, it should be good.”

“Two days?” I ask, standing up for real now and coming to Daniel’s side.

“Two days,” the doctor says, nodding to us with a smile. “And no reason to suspect anything will go awry. Leave it with me, and we’ll get you the results you’re looking for.”

“Thanks,” I say, wrapping my arms around Daniel’s arm and resting my head on his shoulder. “We owe you one. Big time.”

“Your generous payment is enough,” the doctor says, giving us a wink and boxing Kent’s hair sample up with my blood sample, ready to be sent off to the lab. “But also,” he says, hesitating before looking up at us with hope in his eyes. “If you wouldn’t mind…putting in a good word with Janeen…”

“She’ll be keeping an eye out for you at the club,” I say, giving him a little wink. “You have our assurances on that.” Janeen was in on it, of course – Dr. Banks has been her customer at the club for months now. She’s the one who introduced us.

“A chance with a girl like that?” Dr. Banks says, sighing and sinking his hands into his pockets. “That’s the real reward.”

I grin at him, pleased he sees what I see in my sister.

And then, saying our grateful goodbyes, Daniel and I head out the door.

By the time we get to the parking lot, Natalia and Alessi are already gone. I look up at Daniel, who is already looking down at me.

“What next?” I ask, curious.

“You tell me, mastermind,” he says, giving me a little nudge with his elbow.

I smile at him, knowing that he’s asking me for more information about what I have planned – about why I wanted Natalia and Alessi here, and why I want them to believe, vehemently, that this is a Bianci baby.