Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 87

Daniel won’t let go of my hand once we’re back in the house.

“Daniel,” I say, exasperated, trying to yank my hand free while he pulls me down the hall. “Let go – are you seriously going to tattle on me?”

He just shoots me a look over his shoulder, saying nothing as we arrive at the doors to his dad’s office. He knocks loud, twice. I sigh, shaking my head at him while we wait.

Honestly, it’s not that I think Daniel is being ridiculous – if I had found him flirting with someone who had tried to kill us only a little bit ago, I would be equally pissed. I just don’t really want to have this conversation with Kent.

The door pulls open, Kent on the other side. He takes one look at us before stepping back and allowing us to enter. Daniel doesn’t drop my hand, but not because he’s trying to give me any love and support in the face of his father’s judgment. I’m his prisoner and he’s not letting me go.

Daniel pulls me over to stand in front of Kent’s desk as Kent walks around the other side. None of us sit.

“What happened,” Kent demands, folding his arms over his chest.

“Fay,” Daniel glares at me, saying my name like it’s a dirty word, “had a nice intimate chat with her new buddy Ivan tonight. Drinks too. And it looked like it was going somewhere.”

Kent frowns at Daniel then, surprising me. “So what?” he asks his son, shrugging a little. “Is this some kind of lover’s quarrel? Your fiancé talked to another man, and you want me to do something about it?”

Daniel’s jaw falls open at this. “Wha-“ he sputters. “No, dad, that’s obviously not the issue –“

Yeah, I think to myself, resisting the urge to roll my eyes, it’s not the issue because you’re not actually jealous – because you’re not actually into me.

Daniel gestures to me then, his eyes still on his father. “Did you not hear what I just said? She was talking to Ivan. Your enemy.”

Kent does shift his gaze to me at that moment and I can see him consider the situation, processing the details. I don’t move a muscle. Instead, I just hold his stare, my hand still in Daniel’s fist.