Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 130

Jerome drives casually down the country roads close to the stables, singing
along with the old country music from the 50s and 60s that's playing on the radio.
I smile, watching and listening to him. Who knew that a guy trying to work his
way up in a mafia family could sing so well.

And knew so much Patsy Cline.

I shrug, looking out the window, enjoying the view when suddenly

Jerome slams on the breaks.

“Shit,” he mutters as our car skids to a stop, beginning to fishtail a

little.

I gasp, grabbing on to the handle above my head and the center console to hold
myself steady. My vision, of course, snaps directly

to the road, anxious to see what the hell is in our way.

My eyes go wide with shock when I see it.

A bright red Ferrari, situated sideways in the middle of the road, blocking any
traffic that might come by on either side.

And leaning against it, his arms crossed casually in front of him, is a young man
in a fashionable designer sweatsuit. With tattoos all the way up his neck.
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“Shit,” Jerome says again, scrambling for the glove box, popping it open and
pulling out —

Oh my god, a gun.

“What!?” I ask, my eyes following it with shock. “Has that been there the whole
time!?”

Jerome ignores me, flicking the safety off the gun and expertly ensuring that the
clip is full of bullets.

“Stay still, Fay,” he murmurs, looking out of the windshield as Ivan stands up from
his position leaning against the car, smirking at Jerome in the front seat. Then,
his eyes slide to mine, and he cocks his head to the side.

A question.

I glance back at Jerome, the loaded gun in his hand, and make an impulsive
decision.

Before he can stop me, I pull the handle on my door and push it open, putting
one foot out.

“Fay!” Jerome yells, grabbing for me, but I'm out of the car before he can get a
grasp on me. “Get the fuck back in here!”

“He’s not going to hurt me,” I say, bending down so that Jerome can hear me and
see my face. “But you're definitely going to get

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“You're going to get kidnapped Fay!” Jerome exclaims, but I just

shut the door in his face, hoping he listens to me.

Then, I start to walk towards Ivan, who gives me a sly little smile.

He's not going to kidnap me. If he wanted me kidnapped, he

wouldn't be putting on such a show. No, this is him wanting to

impress me.

“Would you mind?” I say, coming within about five feet of him. He

watched me as I came, his eyes sliding over me from head to foot.

“You're kind of blocking the road.”

“Am 1?” Ivan asks, glancing over his shoulder, feigning ignorance.

Then, he turns back to me and gives me his most charming smile. “My bad.”

I just raise an eyebrow at him.

“Where are you off to?” he asks next, too casual.

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“You know where I'm going, van,” I

say, shaking my head a little,

unwilling to play his game. Clearly, if

he’s here, he knew that I would be
coming to Kent's stables this

morning. And he knew precisely what
time I'd be here, and why I was going.
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“You look cute,” he says, sliding his
hands into his pockets. “A real The
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equestrian, in that getup. Can you ride?”

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“Barely,” I say, looking to my side at

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of the road. Really, though, I turned away because I didn’t want

him to see the little smile on my face that came as a result of his

compliment. “But I like my horse. He needs his exercise.”

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