Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 97

I can’t stop smiling at my sister as we slowly walk around the fenced paddock of the stables, Heathcliff happily walking alongside us, my hand loosely holding the lead to his halter. Janeen, unfortunately, is less happy about the company than Heathcliff is.

“Are you sure he’s not going to like, rear or something?” She asks, looking at my horse from the side of her eye. “Or kick me?”

I laugh at my sister. “Seriously, Janeen, calm down – he’s a big softie! And he needs his exercise.”

Janeen narrows her eyes at him as Heathcliff looks at her curiously. When he reaches his nose curiously out towards her she flinches back, making me laugh more.

“So, he just…bought you a horse?” Janeen asks. “No questions asked?”

I shrug. “Money is…different, in these circles. They have so damn much of it that giving people expensive things is more about the gesture than what the thing itself is worth. Or something like that.”

Janeen raises her eyebrows at me, smirking a little. “Look at you, little rich girl.”

I wrinkle my nose at her. “Don’t be jealous.”

She laughs at that. “I’m not jealous, Baby Fay – I’m making stacks on stacks at the club every night.” She flicks her hair back haughtily. “Maybe I’ll get a horse of my own.”

But she flinches again when Heathcliff gives a little whinny, making me laugh again.

Janeen and I spend the next few hours together, walking Heathcliff around the property. We let him run and roll in the arena as well before taking him back to his stall for a good grooming. I’m pleased when I’m able to convince Janeen to take part in brushing Heathcliff at least, giving her a curry comb and showing her how to use it.

While we work, we talk. I tell her all about my life in the Lippert house, about meeting my biological father, about Kent’s warnings about my place within the mafia world. I don’t hold anything back, grateful to again have a sister to whom I can tell anything.

“I’m sorry,” I say, at the end of it all. “About…what I said to you, and to dad, when we first found out about all of this stuff. It wasn’t fair, and it was just Kent doing his Mafia Don thing, trying to get control of me.”

Janeen just shrugs. “Don’t worry about it. Dad and I figured it out, a few days later, when we cooled off. You know we love you – nothing is ever going to change that.”

I feel tears prick my eyes as she says that. I did worry. I had been so cruel, and I wondered if they’d ever forgive me. It’s so refreshing to my spirit to know that they forgave me immediately and were just waiting for a way to get back into my life.

“So,” Janeen says, frowning a little and leaning against the stall’s wall. “What changed? Why did Lippert suddenly relent and open this doorway for me to be back in your life?”

“Well,” I say, studying my horse’s flank instead of looking her in the eye. “I don’t know, honestly. The last that Kent and I talked he was livid with me, telling me I’m his and I’d better fall in line. And then today, you’re here?” I look up into her face, confused. “He blows hot and cold on me. I honestly don’t understand.”

I frown when I see Janeen’s mouth pulling up into a little smirk as she crosses her arms, looking me over.

“What?” I ask, confused.

I shrug. “I’ve survived this far, I’ll probably make it a few more days at least. Do I get to see you again?”

She gives me a smile. “Yeah, that’s part of the deal. Kent is going to let me see you on the regular, which I think is good. I miss my little sister. Any messages for dad before I go?”

I feel tears spring to my eyes again when I think of him. “Just tell him I love him?” I say, sniffing and working to hold them back. “And that I’m okay?”

Janeen nods, wrapping me in a hug. “Be careful here, Fay baby,” she whispers in my ear as she holds me tight. “The media has been saying a lot of shit about organized crime in the city right now. I think it’s getting bad – like some kind of war is brewing. You stay out of it as best you can, okay?”

She pulls back, then, looking me seriously in the eye. I nod eagerly, feeling every bit the little sister then, following my big sister’s advice. “I’ll be careful,” I say, giving her a smile.

“Good,” she says. Then, she glances down at my hand, where I’m wearing my engagement ring. “But if you do die, please make sure to leave me that in your will. I would retire immediately. Buy a yacht.”

I laugh, then, unable to help myself. She laughs at her own joke too, giving me a kiss on the cheek and heading out to where a car is waiting to take her home. God, I’m so glad to have my sister back. And so grateful to Kent for setting it up.

What ever could have made him do it? I head home, eager to find out.