Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 344

So I move on. Because if I don’t, I’m going to have that meltdown Janeen is looking for.

“Don’t tell him anything,” I say quietly, looking down into my lap.

“Why not?” Daniel asks, curious.

“Because,” I reply, flicking my eyes up to his. “I don’t trust those phones. I know that they’re supposed to be confidential because prisoners have rights, or whatever,” I say, rolling my eyes, “but after everything Ivan pulled, I don’t believe in rights at all anymore.”

I clench my teeth again, frustrated and determined, and my three comrades sit quietly, watching me.

“Kent can’t know anything either,” I say quietly, looking around at all of them, finally deciding to let them in on the plan, just a little bit. “Because what I have planned…he has to be in ignorance of it. Complete ignorance, all right? Until I say so.”

They all just stare at me, silent.

“Okay?” I ask sharply, making Janeen flinch a bit.

“Okay,” Daniel replies, and my sister and Jerome just nod.

“And I don’t want to take any calls from him,” I say, making the decision suddenly and turning to Daniel so he sees that I mean it. “Tell him not to call me on my phone. And if he calls you on yours, I don’t want to speak to him.”

“Why?” Daniel asks, completely confused and looking so terribly sad for me.

“Because,” I say, biting out the words, ignoring his pity so that I can be bitter and determined. “As far as the world is concerned right now, Kent means nothing to me. Nothing. He’s my husband’s disgraced father, who embarrassed us and is going to be in jail for decades and never meet his grandchild. As far as everyone else is concerned, he never meant anything to me, and I never expect to see him again in my life.”

Daniel swallows hard over a lump in his throat, but nods. Jerome doesn’t say or do anything, just sits still, staring at me.

But Janeen leans forward. “Fay,” she says, shaking her head. “Not even like…if Kent called now? If we were alone – and Natalia and Alessi weren’t here – you…you wouldn’t want to talk to him.”

“No,” I reply, my voice harsh, though I look down into my lap, suddenly too exhausted to hold my head up. “Because I don’t trust the phones and I don’t…I don’t trust…”