Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 354

“Okay,” I say, taking a step closer and nodding, looking up at Daniel. “I – I hear you about my soft spot, all right? I’ll be careful. But Daniel,” I say slowly, shaking my head, making him listen. “You either trust me or you don’t. I told you last night – I’m doing this because I love your dad. I’m not doing anything for Ivan, okay? And I’m going to need you to remember that in the upcoming weeks.”

Daniel sighs in relief but then he thinks about my words and snaps his gaze back to me, narrowing his eyes. “Wait, what are you saying?”

“What do you think I’m saying?”

“Are you…is he going to be coming around more?” Daniel asks. “Is that why I have to trust you?”

“He’s going to be coming around a lot more, Danny,” I say, patting his check with my hand and giving him a pained little smile. “And you’re going to have to hang out with him. And pretending you’re mad. And that you’re not into him, like everyone else is.”

“Oh my godddd,” Daniel groans, putting his hands over his face. “Why are you doing this to me, Fay?!”

“I have my reasons, Daniel!” I sing over my shoulder, giving my dad a wink as I head into the living room, “you either trust me or you don’t!”

Daniel murmurs something discontentedly as I sit on the couch with Jerome and Janeen. As I settle in the spot next to Jerome, he wraps an arm around my shoulder without even turning his head to acknowledge me, his attention firmly on some show on TV.

“Wait,” Daniel says from the kitchen. “What did you just say? Pretend I’m not into him?”

“Yup,” I call back.

“I am not into Ivan,” Daniel growls, making me smirk. Jerome laughs a little too, glancing at me. I wrinkle my nose at him.

“Wait,” Daniel says, storming into the living room and glaring around at all of us. “Are…are the rest of you into Ivan?”

“I am,” Janeen says freely, raising her hand. Jerome looks at his boyfriend stone-faced, not giving anything away. Daniel takes a step forward to interrogate further, but before he can my dad interrupts by clearing his throat.

I sigh and look down at my belly, at where my little kidney bean is growing into…a grape? I don’t know. Whatever tiny food comes next. “Guess I’ll just have to fight for you,” I whisper to baby, too soft for even Jerome to hear, “while daddy’s locked up.”

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The next weeks pass quickly as we fall into a weird little routine. Daniel kisses me goodbye in the morning while I savor my single cup of coffee for the day, his own triple-espresso drink packed away in a to-go container. And then he drives himself – himself – to work with my father in the fancy new Tesla provided by the Alden corporation.

Daniel doesn’t work every day with my father; instead, my father has Daniel moving around to a variety of the city’s shipping ports. There, he learns from my father’s best men to figure out the ins and outs of his international shipping businesses – both the legitimate ones, and the illegitimate ones that import and export all kinds of illegal goods between the United States and ports unknown.

When Daniel goes, Jerome stays home with me. We all agreed on this, deciding that Jerome can function as my driver and my bodyguard on the rare occasions when I leave the house. I rolled my eyes at this suggestion at first, but Daniel’s whispered “Kent would want it that way” had me convinced.

Because he’s right. Kent would want it that way. And he’d probably smack the crap out of Daniel if he ever found out that he took Jerome, leaving a pregnant me at home unprotected.