Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 225

“What?” I gasp, shocked. I mean, I don’t know what the rules are, but I’m pretty damn sure it’s not okay to go poaching other boss’s men.

Jerome just shakes his head, looking forward again, his whole body tense. “He wouldn’t be doing that if he didn’t know he could get away with it,” he murmurs. “And…soon.”

“Soon?” I ask. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Jerome continues, “that he doesn’t really seem to care if I go back and spill that to Kent. He’s not being careful anymore, which implies that even if Kent wants to retaliate for that kind of insult…”

“…my dad doesn’t think he’ll have time to do anything big enough to hurt him.”

Jerome nods quietly and my head turns towards the windows as I start to notice, out of the corner of my eye, that we’re drawing close to home. As we pull closer I notice that the limousine is waiting in the drive out front, which I know only means trouble. I swallow deeply, wondering what the hell I’m in for.

“Are you going to tell Kent?” I ask in a whisper, my whole body now as tense as Jerome’s.

“Nope,” he says, shaking his head as we pull through the automatic gate. “You are.”

“What!?” I gasp, appalled at the idea.

“Tell him when you’re naked,” Jerome suggests, sending me the start of a smirk that I can tell he can’t quite bring to its full strength. “Kent’s much less likely to smack you for getting close enough for Alden to make the offer.”

“Don’t count on it,” I murmur, my hand unconsciously moving to my ass as my worried mind spins through everything we learned today.

I only realize what I’m doing with my hand when Jerome bursts out laughing and then I blush and smack him, telling him to shut the hell up, though I can’t help laughing myself.

“We are waiting!” Natalia calls after me, angry at my sluggish steps.

“Oh, go on without me!” I say, waving a hand after her. “I’ll catch up! Jerome can drive me!”

“Why do you keep wrapping me up in this shit,” Jerome hisses between his teeth as we get to the top of the stairs and he’s relatively sure the Italians can’t hear us.

“Because,” I reply, smiling up at him. “You look so good all tied up in the Lippert drama. Besides, you secretly like it.”

And then, as soon as we’re out of sight of those standing below, I dash into my room, pulling him with me so that I have someone to help me get ready in record time.