Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0307

“Ivan,” | breathe, shaking my head, my whole body trembling again. “Back up, Fay,” he says, lifting his chin towards me. “Let me in.”

| do has he says, backing up until I’m almost at the bed. His gun still trained on Daniel and Jerome, still kneeling at Daniel's feet, Ivan climbs through the window, standing up straight.

Daniel takes a moment to look Ivan over and then he groans, putting his head in his hand and turning away in disbelief. “A cop?! You're a fucking cop, Ivan?!”

“Damn straight,” lvan murmurs, though his face remains serious. “Born and bred. | want you back against that wall, Lippert,” Ivan commands, nodding to the far wall behind Jerome, where Ivan can keep the gun on both of them at once. “Hands up where | can see them.”

Daniel obeys, his face set in an unhappy frown as he glares at Ivan and shakes his head, but he obeys nonetheless. “Fay,” Ivan continues, once Daniel is in place. He doesn’t look at me, his eyes still trained on the boys. “I also want you in my line of sight, pressed there against the other wall.” He nods next to him, to an empty space next to my desk. Slowly, | move to it so that he can see me while he concentrates on Daniel and Jerome.

“Good,” Ivan says. Then, he turns his attention to Jerome. “Hands behind your head,” he commands. Jerome lifts his hands, scowling at Ivan with real hate in his eyes. Slowly, | raise my hands as well. “Not you, Fay,” Ivan growls, rolling his eyes a little bit.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“What?” | ask.

“You're not under arrest,” he tells me, glancing a little in my direction.

“What!?” | ask again, my voice an octave higher this time, completely confused. Ivan huffs a sigh of frustration. “Just...stand there,” he mutters as Jerome lifts his own hands behind his head.

That done, Ivan shifts his gaze to Daniel. “Are you going to do something stupid?” he asks, his face hard. There’s no lightness in it — none of the carefree, charming guy | got to know, for whom | had thought | had real feelings. “Or are you going to let me cuff your boyfriend without any trouble?”

“Am | being arrested?” Daniel asks, cautious.

“No,” lvan says, rueful. “Though that was not my choice.” He takes a step forward, his muscles going tense as he raises the gun towards Daniel's face. “Are you going to do something stupid, Lippert? Because if you do, I'll shoot you now and get it over with.”

“I'm not,” Daniel spits out at him, glaring hard, his hands still up above his head.

“Good,” lvan murmurs, and then he moves — fast. In an instant Ivan is tucking his gun back into its hols

as he moves rylgqetsedeO tigpstianl Yarome’s arm behind his back and grabbing handcuffs from his belt. As lvan slaps one cuff around Jerome's wrist, | see Daniel eye the gun in lvan’s holster, and then glance at the bed, where his gun is sitting — Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

“Daniel,” | breathe, shaking my head vehemently at him. He scowls at me and looks away, but we both

that he w speinandsperate inking re voalh cb one of them before Ivan noticed. We both know that this is done — that any chance we had to fight our way out of this — if we ever had it to begin with — is gone. Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

As soon as Ivan is done cuffing Jerome he kicks him, hard, so that Jerome falls on the floor.

“Ivan!” | gasp, glaring at him, but he just shoots me a dirty look before unholstering his gun again and stepping back so that he has a direct line of sight at the three of us. Then he grabs the radio on his shoulder.

“Hey,” he says into his radio. “I've got Daniel Lippert, Fay Alden, and Jerome Rosello up here in the ectee bedroom.” A voi SS incO TOV response, bat | can't make it out. “Yeah, secure. We're good up here for now. I'll hold them while you finish the sweep.” Then he glances at me, his eyes fastened on mine as he asks his next question. “Lippert?” Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

His face goes cold as he listens to the answer. And for the first time, Ivan gets distracted, looking away. “What?” He hisses into his radio. “Are you fucking serious, Jones?”