Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 282

I stare too long at Kent in surprise and he rolls his eyes at me before shifting to reach over me towards the light, his body brushing against mine.

“Hey!” I snap, smacking at him and making him flinch back.

“What?” he asks, glaring at me again.

“No touching!” I say, pushing him back to the other side of the bed that now feels much too small. “I can get the light!”

“Well, you weren’t getting it, Fay,” Kent points out, but I flap my hand at him dismissively and turn to flick off the light. The room instantly plunges into an inky blue darkness and when I turn back to Kent I can only see his shadowy outlines on my bed.

“Better?” I ask.

“Yes,” he sighs, starting to lay down.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Getting comfortable, Fay,” he replies, and then I see his head turn towards me as he holds open an arm, inviting me to come closer.

“No. Touching.” I say through my teeth.

Kent sighs in exasperation in response. “Damn it, Fay,” he says, shaking his head and covering his face with his hands. “I have given in to everything you’ve wanted tonight. You didn’t want to come downstairs? I came up here. You wanted to hear the truth? I’m here to lay it out for you. Now would you please, please just let me fucking hold you while I talk, instead of glaring at me like an angry cat?”

A little angry about being put in my place like that, I scowl and rip away the pillow between us, tossing it onto the floor and angrily tucking myself in against Kent’s side, my cute flannel pajamas pressed up against the clean white starch of his dress shirt.

Kent sighs, lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose again. “It’s…guns, Fay. Alessi asked me to send a great deal of guns to Italy so that they can…better conduct their business there. As you might presume, guns are harder to get in Europe than they are in America.”

“Oh,” I say, my eyes going wide as my body relaxes against his, my mind whirling. Because I feel, somehow, instantly better.

I don’t know why and I feel a little guilty that I do – it’s not like guns don’t hurt as many people as drugs do. But there’s just…something horrible to me about the idea of building a multi-million-dollar business on an industry that gets people hooked on a drug, drains them of everything they own in their further pursuit of that drug, and then leaves them to die when they’ve got nothing else to give.

Kent gives me a moment to process this, laying silent with his arm wrapped warm around me. “Kent,” I continue when I’m ready, my voice very soft. “Why didn’t you just tell me that? It doesn’t seem like that big of a deal.”

I see him shake his head a little. “Because, Fay. Like I said downstairs, you don’t need to know it.”