Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 116

Half an hour later, I’m pounding up the front steps to my childhood home and throwing open the screen door. I twist the doorknob and push on the wooden door behind it, expecting it to fall open with its familiar creak, but I bump against it when it fails to open. Tears start to slide down my cheeks again as I suddenly realize that it’s locked. Of course it is - we always lock the door in this neighborhood – and I don’t have my keys because they’re sitting in my old purse, which is back at Kent’s house.

I lean against the door with a heavy sigh, closing my eyes and letting myself cry more. It’s all just too much –

Suddenly, I fall inwards as the door opens.

“Who…” Janeen says, and then gives a little gasp as I stumble into the house. “Fay!” she cries, her hands immediately on my arms, steadying me. “Are you all right? What’s –“ But as soon as I turn my tear-stained face up to hers, she wraps me in a hug and holds me close. “Oh, baby,” she coddles, “baby, don’t cry! It’s okay! What’s wrong?”

I don’t say anything for a little while, just letting my sister hold me tight while I cry my heart out. She obliges me, shushing me softly and making comfortable noises until I’m finished. When my tears start to lessen, she gently peels me off her, crouching down to look in my face. “Fay,” she whispers, shaking her head at me in wonder. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

I sniff, wiping at my nose and looking around the house. “Is dad home?”

She shakes her head. “No, he went out with his buddies. He won’t be back for a while.”

“Good,” I say, nodding. “I don’t want him to know.”

“Know what?” Janeen begs, her eyes going wider with wonder. I can tell she’s as intrigued as she is worried.

“Oh, yeah,” she murmurs, rolling her eyes a little. “So sorry that your fake engagement to your gay ex ended, Fay, I was really rooting for you two –“

“Janeen!” I whine, kicking her a little. “Can you take this seriously! I’m upset!”

“Okay,” she sighs, and I see real apology on her face. “I’m sorry, Fay – you’re right. It just seems like maybe this is kind of a sweet deal. I mean, I know you weren’t pumped about that engagement, not really, so what’s the downside? Is it really dangerous?”

“That’s not the bad part,” I say, covering my eyes with my hand. “I was fine with all of that – I signed that contract eagerly.”