Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad
Chapter 237

"Obviously," Daniel says, rolling his eyes. "No, we were a dumpster fire. I couldn't bring myself to do more than kiss her." "Hmm," I say, blinking at him innocently. "I wonder what that's like..."

Daniel shoots a glare at me, half apology half chagrin, and moves on with the story. "As soon as I got her I didn't want anything to do with her and I was...not nice. But Gio wouldn't take her back, and then I dumped her and Gio wouldn't talk to me - so I went back to America and we didn't talk for a long time. Unfortunately, her family is...connected to ours. So it caused a big stir." He sighs and shakes his head. "I regret it, obviously." "Well, it seems like Gio is over it now," I say, hoping it's true. "He was really excited to see you."

"I know," Daniel says, his eyebrows going up. "I mean, I was really glad to see him. I hope he does forgive me, but we probably need to talk."

"So," I say quietly. "Gio doesn't know that you like guys?"

He sighs again, noncommittal, and I perk up again. "What is this side of the story?" I gasp, again intrigued.

"He caught me, once," Daniel murmurs. "But he never said anything -"

"Oh my god," I say, leaning forward. "Tell me everything."

"Well, I would," Daniel says, slowing down the car. "But...we might have other things on our mind just now."

I spin in my seat to look through the windshield as Daniel presses the button on the top of the car to open the gate to our villa.

"Oh god," I murmur, my fingers pressing lightly against my lips as the gate swings open and we start down the drive. "I didn't realize that we were home already." "Yup," Daniel says, a little humor in his voice. "And as predicted, look who's here waiting for us."

And even though Daniel's right, that we were completely prepared for this and knew what was waiting for us here...

The sight of Kent, standing in front of the house with his arms crossed tensely over his chest, glaring daggers at us as we make our way up the drive?

My stomach plummets all the way down and I don't even blink - I can't keep my eyes off of him.

Because I don't think I've ever seen Kent this pissed off.

"All right, little wife," Daniel murmurs, his voice genuinely worried as he pulls the car to the front of the house and parks it. "This is all you."

"I take it back," I murmur, looking away from Kent as he glares at us, livid and unmoving from his place in front of the house. "You do it. I'm not used to scary Kent. You grew up with this! You have more experience!"

"Nope," Daniel says, smirking at me as he unbuckles his seatbelt. "This was the deal." Daniel puts his hand on the door handle, ready to pull. "You ready?"

I unbuckle my own belt and sigh as I give Daniel one last look. "Ready as I'll ever be. Let's go."

And then, together, we step out of the car and I steel myself to face my second mafia don of the day.

"Where the hell did you two go?" Kent growls, not moving from his spot, though his words are full of enough rage that I have to work not to flinch away from him.

I mean, I'm not scared of Kent anymore, but I'm certainly reminded of why I used to be.

Still, I know how to handle this. So I turn to him with a soft smile and brush my hair behind my ears. "Hey, Kent," I say, starting towards his side.

Kent puts a hand out, his palm flat towards me. "Cut the shit, Fay," he growls, glaring at me. "Talk. Now. Where the hell did you go?"

I stop in my tracks, knowing not to push him. Daniel comes to my side and slips his hands into his pockets. "We went to go see nonno, dad," he says, with a little sigh and a shrug, knowing exactly what the reaction is going to be to this. Kent's face goes pale and his expression drops along with his hand. "You...you what!?"

"Come on inside," Daniel says, starting towards the door, "we'll explain -"

But Kent's there in a flash, grabbing Daniel by the front of his shirt and giving him a rough shake. "What the f**k were you thinking, Daniel!?" he shouts, his voice half terrified and half livid. "You went - you went to -" Kent drops Daniel's shirt suddenly and steps away with a groan, sinking his hands into his hair and turning away from us, muttering mournful words and shaking his head.

My eyes go a little wide, because I had expected him to be angry, but I hadn't expected this.

"Dad," Daniel says, taking a step towards him.

"You're a fucking idiot, Daniel," Kent snarls, spinning to glare at his son, his expression again furious. "You have no idea what and who you're messing with here - you are completely out of your league -“ "It was my idea, Kent," I say quietly, stepping between them. "I did this, not Daniel."

"Well then he's even more of a fucking idiot, Fay," Kent growls, leaning down a little to look me in the eye. "Because he let you have the confidence to think that you could handle Bianci, and you absolutely cannot."

I look squarely at Kent now, doing my best to pat down the anger that's rising in me now in response to his words. Because I didn't do this lightly and without thought. This plan? It's been in the works for months now. But I can't throw that in Kent's face right now, not like this.

Nope.

Both of us need to cool down.

Or, perhaps more precisely, heat up.

So, I take a second to stare at him for a moment before I step closer and put a hand on his arm. "Come on, Kent," I say quietly, looking up into his gorgeous, furious face. "Let's talk about this inside." "I am not finished -"

But I just give him a little glare and turn towards the house, letting him know that I'm going in with or without him.

Daniel turns to walk with me and Kent gives an audible snarl as he storms in after us.

When we get in, I see Jerome standing as still as a deer in the kitchen, not knowing where to go. Dad has made himself scarce but Janeen is stretched out languidly on the couch, grinning, looking between us all. "Hey, sis!" she calls. "Thanks so much for leaving me to deal with all of this tension today! Really fun!"

I send a glance in Janeen's direction but ignore her, knowing that it's not the time. Instead, I start towards my room.

Daniel steps towards the kitchen, towards Jerome.

"I am not finished with you," Kent growls, taking a step after Daniel, wanting to keep us together.

"Come on, Kent," I snap, keeping my voice a little bored, though everyone can tell that I'm certainly frustrated.

The room goes completely silent, except for Janeen's little squeak of delight at what must be Kent's appalled face. But I don't look over my shoulder as I head down the short hall to our room. There's really only one way this is going right now - and it's my way. If Kent wants answers, he's coming with me.

And perhaps realizing that - but likewise pissed that I've taken control like this - Kent storms after me.

I leave the door to the room open as I casually pass through, and Kent slams it closed behind him.

"Fay!" he snaps, but I don't turn around. Instead, I lift my hands to the back of my neck and start to tug at the zipper there.

"Get over here!" Kent shouts. "We are not finished with this conversation!"

"We didn't even start it," I reply, kicking off my shoes and still not looking at him as I get my dress's zipper all the way down. I hear him following me as I make my way into the bathroom. Halfway across the bathroom I tug the dress over my head and toss it to the floor. Then I walk into the huge walk-in shower in the corner of the room and turn the water on, setting the temperature to very hot before turning to Kent.

"What the fuck are you doing," he growls from the doorway. Something in me quails a little bit when I see that he's actually angrier now than he was when we got home - but still, I know that it's not going to be any better for either of us if I just collapse to him now. I'm going to tell him what happened, and he's going to cool down so he can think logically about this. We can kill two birds with one stone.

"I'm taking a shower, Kent," I say with a sigh, reaching behind my back and unclasping my bra, letting it fall casually to the floor.