Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0187Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

I make myself a little espresso before heading up the stairs because, if I'm going to be up at 4:30 in the moming. I'm at least going to be caffeinated. And then the hours pass more quickly than I thought they would. I shower, fix my hair, and change into the clothes that are delivered promptly at six. I look curiously at the blue-and-white flowered dress and sweet pair of strappy tan sandals that Kent selected for me today, a little disappointed that it's not riding clothes. He's certainly not sending me to the stables, but where on earth am I going in this?

I'm ready for the day a little before 6:30, though, and so I grab my phones - both of them - and flick through the messages from Janeen, Daniel, and Ivan. Janeen's are the most cheerful, just little updates on her life and pictures from the shore house. I'm a little jealous when I see those, wanting to be there with her and hoping I get to go soon.

The ones from Ivan..I just skim, not wanting to address the feelings they rise in me. There's nothing big there anyway - just casual greetings and asking if I'm okay. I close them quickly. not wanting to reply. Not now, at least.

Daniel's texts, however... grimace a little when I see all fifty-eight of them. They start

casually enough, but by the end I can see that he's flipping out a little bit, anxious to know where I am but then also..well, a little mean when he figures out that I'm with his dad instead of with him. I sigh, tossing the phone back onto the desk and wondering what the hell I'm going to do about it.

But then the little clock down the hall gives a tiny chime, as it always does at the half hour, and I head downstairs, ready to meet my fate.

I'm surprised at how much the kitchen has filled in the past two hours, but not displeased. I'm starting to like the buzz and the energy of the place in the morning. I move quickly to the espresso machine, wanting another little jolt to start my day, and the trio of older gentlemen in the corner all give me friendly smiles and raise their cups to me. I smile at them and wave back, pleased that they're starting to know and acknowledge me now.

My espresso in hand, I head to me and Daniel's little table. He's not there yet, but I know I can wait for him. Jerome, doing dishes in the kitchen, gives me a little wink to say hi and I smile at him as the kitchen door opens and Daniel enters the room.

My smile falls a little as I get a look at him when he sits down across from me. He looks- well, he looks like shit, quite frankly, unwashed with dark circles under his eyes. I lean forward a little and sniff, realizing that he smells like... whiskey? I don't know. Some kind of strong spirit.

"What," Daniel snaps. "Do you have a problem with the way I look?"

"Ew, Daniel," I say, leaning back in my chair and raising my espresso cup to my lips. "That's a nasty little tone for so early in the morning."

Daniel glowers at my response, a little pissed - I realize that I don't gasp and apologize as I would usually do. I glance quickly at Jerome, who watches us from the comer of his eye, suddenly grateful for his waming. Because if I hadn't had his little tip, I'd certainly be thrown off and probably bowled over by Daniel's anger. But now? I can stand my ground, just a little.

"Where were you yesterday, Fay?" Daniel growls, changing the subject so that he's on more solid ground in this fight he's determined to have. "I was so worried - I looked everywhere for you."

"Daniel," I say, sighing and looking down at my cup as I place it down on the table, trying very hard to walk the fine line between refusing to be ashamed of my choices and wanting to be kind to him. I sigh and look up evenly into his eyes. "Don't you know where I was? Didn't you figure it out?"

Daniel stares at me, then, his whole face going red as he clenches his teeth. I freeze in my surprise, my eyes going wide. Never-ever- have I seen Daniel lose his temper like this. He's usually so even - controlled, in his own way, like his dad. But as he glares at me, shaking his head a little bit, his hands splayed wide and tense on the table. I can see that he's about to burst.