Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0309

“What?!” Ivan gasps, his gun falling to his side as he gapes at me, his eyes wide. Daniel groans and drops the pretense of holding his hands up, burying his face in them instead. “You're pregnant!?” Ivan asks, aghast.

“And YOU!” | say, pointing an accusing finger at him. “Are a cop, Ivan! So if we’re trying to compare surprises here — | still think | win!”

“Ohhh my god,” Ivan groans, turning his back to us and scraping his free hand down the length of his face, apparently completely forgetting his job of keeping us at gunpoint. He turns to glares at me over his shoulder. “I can’t believe you let him knock you up, Fay,” he says, like it's the worst god damn news he’s ever heard. “You're such an idiot.”

“Um, excuse me,” | say, appalled, “I didn’t let anyone —* “So,” Daniel interrupts, his face curious as he steps forward and looking carefully at Ivan. “You’re...not the father?”

“Daniel!” | gasp, betrayed, at the same moment in which Ivan remembers he’s a cop and turns to point his gun at Daniel again, scowling and shaking his head.

“No,” lvan snaps. “I’m not. Now back against the wall.” Daniel does as he’s told, pressing his back again against the wall and tiredly holding his hands up again.

But as much as Daniel’s willing to play nice, | am livid. “You're such a fucking dick, Ivan,” | growl, crossing my arms across my chest and glaring at him with all of the hatred | currently feel.

“I'm a dick!?” Ivan snaps, turning his head to look at me again. “Seriously, Fay? After everything you know Lippert did — after everything he confessed to you?! I’m a dick!?”

“Um, ya!” | retort, leaning forward and laying the words out like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Because it is. “You're. A. Dick. Ivan.”

“Im a cop!”

“Precisely! You completely betrayed me, Ivan!”

He bares his teeth at me then, full of rage. “He’s a fucking murderer, Fay. He killed my dad.” My eyes go wide at this and | stand up straight. “What?”

“Yeah!” Ivan says, still livid and distracted again from keeping his gun trained on Daniel. Not like it matters, though — Daniel is paying just as much rapt attention as | am.

“What?” | ask, completely bewildered.

“Yeah, that cute little confession pillow talk you guys had last night? When he casually mentioned that he’s killed cops and you told him it didn’t matter to you? Yeah, he was talking about my dad.”

And | go pale then for...many reasons.

One of which is that...| feel suddenly so horrible for Ivan, for having lost his father like that. I'm reminded, suddenly, of the tattoo on his arm that | saw at the taco stand — when he told me about losing his dad, about missing him.

And | had had...no idea that Kent was the one who took him away. But — perhaps horribly — the thing that really shakes me to my core is...

“How...how do you know about that conversation?” | ask, my voice hardly more than a whisper. That conversation was held here...in my bed. Wrapped up in these pretty floral blankets, hardly louder than a whisper.

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And then my eyes shift to my headboard.

“Yeah.” Ivan says, cruel. “It was bugged. It’s been bugged for months.

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room. If anyone's the betrayer here, Fay? It's you. Because you gave us everything we needed to take Kent Lippert down.” Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

He gives me a nasty little smirk now, rubbing it in. “Withqutyou? Nore OF! this equ Have Happened.” Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

“What's he talking about, Fay,” Daniel says, his voice cold.

And | turn to him, my eyes filled with tears, and just shake my head. The guilt rolls in me now.

Because — because | was selfish, and scared —

And | wanted a piece of Ivan to keep, and that Kent wouldn't take away —