Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0101

Jerome drives casually down the country roads close to the stables, singing along with the old country

music from the 50s and 60s that’s playing on the radio. I smile, watching and listening to him. Who

knew that a guy trying to work his way up in a mafia family could sing so well.

And knew so much Patsy Cline.

I shrug, looking out the window, enjoying the view when suddenly Jerome slams on the breaks.

“Shit,” he mutters as our car skids to a stop, beginning to fishtail a little.

I gasp, grabbing on to the handle above my head and the center console to hold myself steady. My

vision, of course, snaps directly to the road, anxious to see what the hell is in our way.

My eyes go wide with shock when I see it.

A bright red Ferrari, situated sideways in the middle of the road, blocking any traffic that might come by

on either side.

And leaning against it, his arms crossed casually in front of him, is a young man in a fashionable

designer sweatsuit. With tattoos all the way up his neck.

“Shit,” Jerome says again, scrambling for the glove box, popping it open and pulling out –

Oh my god, a gun.

“What!?” I ask, my eyes following it with shock. “Has that been there the whole time!?”

Jerome ignores me, flicking the safety off the gun and expertly ensuring that the clip is full of bullets.

“Stay still, Fay,” he murmurs, looking out of the windshield as Ivan stands up from his position leaning

against the car, smirking at Jerome in the front seat. Then, his eyes slide to mine, and he cocks his

head to the side.

A question.

I glance back at Jerome, the loaded gun in his hand, and make an impulsive decision.

Before he can stop me, I pull the handle on my door and push it open, putting one foot out.

“Fay!” Jerome yells, grabbing for me, but I’m out of the car before he can get a grasp on me. “Get the

fuck back in here!”

“He’s not going to hurt me,” I say, bending down so that Jerome can hear me and see my face. “But This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

you’re definitely going to get shot if you go out there with a gun –“

“You’re going to get kidnapped Fay!” Jerome exclaims, but I just shut the door in his face, hoping he

listens to me.

Then, I start to walk towards Ivan, who gives me a sly little smile.

He’s not going to kidnap me. If he wanted me kidnapped, he wouldn’t be putting on such a show. No,

this is him wanting to impress me.

“Am I?” Ivan asks, glancing over his shoulder, feigning ignorance. Then, he turns back to me and gives

me his most charming smile. “My bad.”

I just raise an eyebrow at him.

“Where are you off to?” he asks next, too casual.

“You look cute,” he says, sliding his hands into his pockets. “A real equestrian, in that getup. Can you

ride?”

My face more under control now, I turn back to him, crossing my arms. “So do you mind?”