Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad
Chapter 61

Daniel anxiously follows me out the back door, looking behind us to see if anyone's followed before p "So?" Daniel asks, sitting tense in the chair beside me.

Daniel's face is grave now and I see him curse under his breath as he looks away from me, his eyes go "No," I murmur, watching him closely.

Slowly, Daniel turns his head and looks back at me. "But you do."

I bite my lip and raise my hands to play with my hair. Before I can touch the end of my red ponytail, th "Damn it," Daniel curses, breathing out a big breath and looking up at the sky.

I watch the variety of emotions cross his face - worry, fear, frustration, exhaustion - as he figures out "You know you can't tell anyone, right, Fay?" he demands. "That you will ruin my life if you do?" My mouth falls open a little, shocked at the accusation behind his words. But then I snap my mouth s "Daniel," I snap, leaning forward in my chair. "I would never tell anyone a secret like that - one that co dragged your father out of the hall last night before he could look through your keyhole, before he co "Is that what you were doing, Fay?" Daniel hisses, leaning forward, suddenly furious with me but eager I blink in surprise and my mouth falls open again. "Seriously, Daniel? That's what you want to harp on noises from your room - I wanted to check and make sure you were okay -"

"Oh, okay, Fay," Daniel taunts, sarcastic, leaning back in his chair. "You just wanted to check on me, so room was not because of noises he wouldn't have checked in on, but because he saw you out in the h I snap my mouth shut, glaring at him, realizing that of course he's right. But still - Daniel has gotten s "Fine," I snap. "You win, Daniel. I'm sorry for spying on my fiancé when I hear him messing around with "What," Daniel huffs, laughing at my apparent gall. "Are you seriously going to come at me for bringing Because I'm not sure you stand on solid ground -"

the door shut. I sit down at the little table and wait for him to join me, my mind spinning as I try to decide what to say and how to say it. ocused as he quickly sorts through the consequences of this development. "But he doesn't know who?" Daniel asks quietly after a long pause.

I realize what I'm doing and carefully fold my hands back in my lap. I just give Daniel one slow nod.

e wants to do next. When he turns his face back to mine, I'm surprised to see that anger has won out.

alizing that I did consider doing just that a few minutes ago. But he doesn't know that - and the fact that he immediately distrusts me pisses me off. you and him in big trouble. I can't believe that you would even think that I would!" I point my hand to my chest now for emphasis. "I'm the one who ure out who the hell you were in there with -"

ep his voice low. "You were looking through my keyhole? Spying on me?"

situation? Not the fact that I saved you from your dad figuring out your secret, one that I am continuing to keep, but that I was spying on you? Yeah, I heard

aned down and looked through the keyhole on my door. And do you think, maybe, that the reason my dad was so curious about what was going on in my at one in the morning, peeping through my door?"

these past few months. Why is it my job to keep cleaning up after him, keeping his secret safe?

ver in the next room. You're right. I'm so out of bounds on this one." I roll my eyes at him.

oyfriend into my bedroom after you were out all day on a date with Ivan, our family's enemy? Are we going to get into accusations of cheating here, Fay?

"Oh my god," I breathe, my eyes going wide as I lean forward in my chair, interrupting his harangue. "He's your boyfriend?" Daniel freezes, his own mouth wide as he stares at me, realizing his mistake.

"Really?!" I squeak, my eyes as wide as saucers as his silence answers my question. "Daniel! That's -"

But I don't get a chance to tell Daniel what I think about his relationship because the door to the kitchen bangs open. And there, filling the doorway with his muscular frame, is Daniel's dad. Silent, we both turn towards him, taking in the irritation on his face. "Finally," Kent breathes, crossing his arms over his chest. "I've been looking all over for you two. Come on." He nods his head towards the house behind him, indicating that he wants us to follow. He waits for us to both stand up from our chairs before turning away, leaving the door open behind him.

Daniel starts towards it but I grab his hand, stopping him before he can go into the house.

"Daniel," I whisper, my eyes darting anxiously towards the door. "Whatever happens in there - just remember that I'm on your side, okay?"

"Fay," he murmurs, frowning, turning back to me. "Why are you telling me this? What am I missing?"

I bite my lip, still glancing between him and the door. I can't read Kent right now - have no idea, really, what he's going to do - or reveal - when the three of us are alone in his office. And despite the fact that I caught Daniel with his lover last night, and the two of us aren't exactly faithful to each other as far as fiancés go, I think it will kill him if he finds out that his dad kissed me last night.

And that...well, that I kind of let him do it.

"Just..." I hesitate, looking up into his green eyes. "Let's just be on each other's team, okay Daniel?" I plead, still hanging on to his hand.

In response, he gives my hand a squeeze. "Okay, Fay," he says, smiling a little and pulling me towards the house. "You're right. I'm on your side."

I smile too, relieved, and follow him into the house, still holding his hand. Kent isn't in the kitchen when we look around.

But Jerome is.

He locks eyes with Daniel, and then glances to me, and then to our joined hands. I can't help the little laugh that bursts from me at this, even though Daniel gives me a dirty look for it. It's just all gotten so ridiculously complicated, it's absurd. I never thought I'd be in a situation where I run into my gay fiancé's lover in the kitchen on the way to have a tough conversation with his dad, the mafia boss I made out with last night.

Jerome just points at the door at the other end of the kitchen, towards the hallway and Kent's office. Daniel nods, pulling me in that direction, rolling his eyes at me as I work to suppress my giggles.

Honestly, can it get any weirder than this? I think, giving Daniel's hand a squeeze and following him through the kitchen door.