Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0320

However, my joy is short lived.

Because we have just...so much to do. And so much to decide.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“Well, Fay? Daniel?” Janeen asks, stretching her arms above her head. “What do you want to do now?”

“The million-dollar question,” Daniel sighs, slumping back and staring down at the table. “Or, the five-million dollar one, really.”

Janeen ignores him, turning her eyes to me. Somehow, she’s intuiting that this decision is in my hands, not his. I’m a little annoyed by it — it's Daniel's dad, after all, who we're talking about here. How has this fallen into my lap?

But then, as | look down at my lap, | remember the baby. And | grimace, realizing that this is...as much my problem as his, now. If | want it to be.

“Daniel,” | say quietly. “What do you want to do?” “Honestly, Fay?” he responds, looking up at me with sad eyes. “I think we should run.” My mouth drops open a bit, and so does Janeen’s. It is...the last thing that | expected to hear from him.

“| mean, wasn’t that always the plan?” Daniel asks, leaning forward with a beseeching expression. “Before things...started, between you and my dad - we were always planning to run to Europe, to get away from all of this mess.”

| cross my arms then, frowning at him, because he knows — he knows things have changed for me now.

Daniel sighs, seeing that | disagree, but he doesn’t give up just yet. “It’s what he’d want, Fay,” he says softly, leaning back in his chair and holding my gaze seriously.

“Is it?” | ask, truly curious.

“If he knew that he was totally screwed? That if, as lvan suggests, he’s just never getting out of there — that the city, and the state, and probably the nation is determined to make a martyr of him in the name of a strike against organized crime?” Slowly, Daniel swings his head back and forth. “He wouldn’t want us caught up in it. He would take the hit for us — for me, for you, for...” he sighs, and looks down at my stomach.

And then | look down at my stomach too, wondering... God, wondering what the hell is actually best for my kid. My kid.

| grit my teeth, closing my eyes and fighting the insane string of emotions that run through me in the moment as | consider, for the first time, that this pregnancy that is scaring the hell out of me is going to potentially result in a child, which is going to have needs, and that | have to think about the baby as well now —

But. | work hard to slam the brakes on the string of fear, and horror, and anxiety, and...and maybe excitement? That starts to flood my veins.

Because | have things to do — things to put into motion before | let myself have a nice long breakdown over this.

“What do you want to do, Fay?” Janeen asks quietly, and | open my eyes and look at her, solemn.

But even though | know that | shouldn’t know, that | should — like Daniel — be considering what is practical and logical... I've already decided.

| decided hours ago — | don’t know precisely when. But for me? There’s only one real option.

“Call the lawyers, Daniel,” | say, sighing and looking over the table at him. “Have them process the bail for Jerome. Go and get your boy.”

Daniel's mouth drops open at this as | lean back against the cushion of my chair. “Seriously, Fay? That’s your priority right now?”

“| need my team,” | say, giving a little shrug. “And we both know that” J omeis\

“Need?” Janeen asks, curious.

“Yes,” | say, looking between the two of them. “Daniel and | are smart, and we can study and tothe Buy Jergineis Ekehol if other ways — you'll see, Janeen,” | say, smiling at her. “You'll like him. But yes, we're going to need him if we're going to get Kent out.” Please read the original content at .

Both stare at me for a long moment and | look softly down at the table.

But for once, | am not shy or demure.

| am just determined, to the ends of me, to fight for him. As he would for me. “You're either with me or you're not,” | say quietly.

And when | look up again, both Janeen and Daniel each nod their agreement. And | nod back, grateful for their help, because we've got a long road.

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