Chapter 310

But of course Kent would have taken it away, because Ivan was his enemy in more ways than one. But I – I hid it, so I could keep it...

Even though Ivan...was playing me too.

“Fay!” Daniel snaps. “What is he talking about!”

And slowly I push myself away from the wall and stand up straight. Ivan doesn’t stop me as I move to my bed, doesn’t even point the gun at me as I pull the headboard forward and pull out, from behind it, the formal jacket that Ivan gave me that night when I was cold.

That I slept in, thinking it was going to give me peace.

That I tucked back there and forgot about.

That has...completely ruined all of our lives.

“Everyone at the NYPD has really been enjoying listening to all of your conversations, Fay,” Ivan says, nasty, as the tears slip down my face. “You’ve been very popular,” he sneers, “especially every morning, when you come back upstairs and fill Daniel in on how his dad fucked you –“

“Shut the fuck up,” Daniel snaps with a snarl.

“You shut the fuck up!” Ivan shouts, losing his temper again and taking a long step towards Daniel now, the gun redirected back at his face.

“Leave her alone! You jealous asshole, you’re just bitter that -”

“STOP!” I shout, my whole body shaking, hurling the jacket to the floor in anger and despair. “Everyone just shut the hell up!”

And then, my teeth gritted, I glare at Ivan with as much pride as I can muster. Which is not much.

“If you’re going to arrest us, arrest us,” I say. “We are done talking.”

And then I cross my hands over my chest and turn my face away from him, pressing my eyes shut, determined not to say another word.

Daniel and Jerome apparently follow suit because silence reigns in the room for a long moment. And in that long moment, I realize that the shooting has stopped downstairs. That whatever was done is...done.

After a second I hear Ivan click his radio on again, telling the men downstairs to check the passage that I told him about. Some response comes but, again, I can’t hear it well enough to understand.

Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father Chapter 0309 And then we’re all silent for a long, long time before we start to hear the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. I open my eyes when the steps approach the threshold and see Ivan moving towards my door, twisting the lock and pulling it open.

“In here,” Ivan murmurs, stepping back so more police can come in the room.

I stand perfectly still as cops move roughly past me, sweeping the room and the bathroom to make sure there are no threats here. But there’s no worry about that. When they finish, two cops lift Jerome off the floor, setting him on his feet and leading him from the room in silence. Then, another –

an older man who looks less mussed than everyone else – addresses Daniel and I.

“If you’d come down to the station, Mr. Lippert, Miss. Alden,” he says, his voice even, “we’d like to ask you some questions.”

“I need to call our lawyer,” Daniel murmurs, lowering his hands to his side.

“That’s fine,” the man says, nodding to him as a cop takes Daniel by the elbow and guides him away. Then, the man turns to me.

“Miss. Alden?”

“Fine,” I sigh, walking towards my bedroom door with my eyes on the floor. Someone touches my elbow as well, seeking to guide me, and when I look up I’m shocked to see that it’s Ivan.

I immediately sneer and pull my arm out of his hand, moving quickly away.

“Miss,” The older cop says, his voice low with warning, and I snap my gaze immediately to him.

“Not him,” I say, jerking my chin in Ivan’s direction. “I’m not going with him.”

The cop looks at me evenly for a moment before nodding. “All right,” he says, offering his hand. “I’ll take you myself.”

I lift my chin as high as I can – admittedly, not very high, not after today, and walk towards the cop. When I get close enough, he gently takes my arm, and together we walk down the stairs.

Ivan follows slowly behind.