Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 11

Soon, there’s a knock at the door. “Off you go, my dear,” the woman says, giving me a little push in the right direction.

I nod my thanks to her – I didn’t even get her name - as a guard comes to take me downstairs.

When we reaching the landing a floor below, he quietly opens the double doors of a sitting room.

I am the last to arrive.

“Fay,” Janeen gasps, and my head snaps directly to her. She’s seated on a plush couch, her clothing torn and her face smeared with makeup.

I take a few steps towards her but Kent, standing by the fireplace, clears his throat. I hold myself back, knowing I have a part to play.

I look between Janeen and my dad, seated next to her.

“Fay,” my dad gasps, taking in my gorgeous dress, my polished countenance. “Are you…”

“I’m fine.” I say, setting my shoulders back.

“Please,” my father says, turning his attention to Kent. “Let them go – take me – I’ll take whatever punishment –“

“No,” Kent cuts in, not even looking at him, just staring at me. “You’re worthless to me.”

“David,” I say, internally cringing to use his real name. “I can’t forgive you for your betrayal.”

His mouth falls open.

Janeen, next to him, is baffled. “Fay, what are you talking about?”

I turn my attention to her. “Didn’t you hear? Dad’s been keeping me away from my real life. I’m the daughter of a mob boss, someone who can give me everything I deserve. While we’ve been scraping by, I could have had yachts, private planes, diamonds. Everything a girl wants.”

Everything in me shouts no! against this, but Kent’s gaze sits heavy on my shoulders. This, I know, is the only way. I can only hope my lies convince them.

Janeen’s mouth falls open in shock and disgust.

"Please, Fay,” my dad says, devastated. “We can call the police! Fay — don't give in."

“You’re my daughter,” he whispers in my ear. “Nothing will ever change that.”

He gives me one last look and heads for the door.

Janeen comes forward next. I raise my arms for a hug but she snaps her hand up, slapping me across the face as hard as she can. I gasp.

“How dare you,” she growls. “That slap is not enough. But it’s the last thing I’ll ever give you.”

Then, pride written in the straight line of her back, she follows my father out.

As soon as the door closes behind them, I collapse at Kent’s feet, sobs wracking my body.

He stands patiently by me for a moment and then moves to the door.

“You did the right thing, Fay,” he says, before walking out.

But, alone in the room, I know I’ve lost everything that has ever mattered to me.