Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 73

A few minutes later, Fay and Daniel are curled up on her bed, sharing a bottle of white wine and a box of donuts that Daniel swiped from the kitchen. The rest of the room is still a complete wreck – furniture overturned, clothes and books thrown everywhere – but the bed they were able to set to rights pretty easily.

Fay ignores the mess as she bites into her second powder donut, overlooking the dusting of sugar that falls all over her shirt and comforter while she chases her food with a sip of wine.

“So,” Daniel says, holding his still-full glass of wine uncomfortably in his hands, “you’re seriously okay?”

“Yeah,” Fay says, shrugging one shoulder at him. “Seriously, I mean, it was scary. But it didn’t hurt.”

“And he just chained you to floor and yelled at you? And then hit you on the…butt? Once?”

“No, he chained me to the table first,” Fay says, taking another bite. “To interrogate me.”

Daniel stares at her, shocked that she’s being so blasé about it. Almost as if she didn’t mind it.

And considering Kent’s expression when he had stormed up from the basement, it certainly seemed as if Fay had come out of the situation with the upper hand.

Daniel sighs then, looking down into his glass. “It sounds like the sort of thing he does pretty often,” he says, letting her in on a few family secrets. “That’s why he has the chain in the middle of the floor. He uses it to…initiate people. Into the trust of the family.”

Fay raises an eyebrow at him, seriously doubting that Kent’s previous interrogations have gotten…well. That hot.

But she doesn’t say that to Daniel. Instead, she asks another question. “Does that mean I’m like…made now? A made man? Officially in the family?”

Daniel scoffs. “No way,” he says with a little laugh. “If you were made you’d be way more shaken by it. He makes you take all kinds of oaths, lets you see the sort of stuff he’ll…do to you. If you go against the family.” He grimaces a little at this.

“How do you know,” Fay says, cocking her head to the side curiously. “Are you made?”

“I’ve been made since I was born,” Daniel murmurs, looking down.

“But you didn’t go through like…a ceremony.”