Chapter 323

Jail is...just as bad as Kent remembers it being. Except this time, he knows he’s not getting out anytime soon. Whatever it is these guys have on him, it’s bad – it has to be. They wouldn’t have hunted him down at his damn urologist’s office if it wasn’t.

Whatever it is, they have him now and they’re not letting go. He is going down for something big.

“Lippert,” the guard says, coming to his cell and giving him a smirk through the bars. “Visitor.”

“I haven’t even gotten my damn phone call yet,” Kent snarls, frustrated. He’s been asking for hours.

“After the visit,” the guard says, uncaring. “You’ll get your turn.”

Kent gets to his feet as the guard opens the door. He follows all of the guard’s instructions, not bothering to give him any grief – though he could cause him one hell of a lot of trouble with very little effort.

Still. It won’t get him anywhere.

Kent sighs subtly through his nose as he walks towards the interrogation cell instead of the visitation center.

So. It’s that kind of visit, eh?

He clenches his jaw as he turns into the room and sees two surprising figures there. But he does his best to give no more reaction as he turns into the room and sits in the indicated chair, looking across the table at the Warden and at Ivan.

“That’s it?” Ivan says, smirking as Kent stares blankly across the table at the man he thought was dead and the boy he thought was playing mob boss. “I was hoping for more of a reaction from that.” Ivan’s smirk deepens as he tilts his head to the side, looking Kent up and down in his orange uniform. “I guess I’ll just have to settle for the reaction from your son and your girl. They, at least, were properly surprised.”

Kent says nothing. He has nothing to say that’s going to make any of this any better. But he certainly doesn’t miss the fact that Ivan is dressed completely differently than he’s ever been, in khaki pants and a blue button-down with his hair combed neatly to the side.

So. The kid’s a cop. Damn it, how did he miss that?

“Aren’t pleased to see me?” The warden growls.

Kent is a stone. The warden sighs and stands up.

“Well, then I’ll leave it to you, kid,” he says, clapping Ivan on the shoulder. “No point in entertaining this any further if we’re not going to get anything out of him.”

Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father Chapter 0322 “See you later, man,” Ivan says as the Warden leaves the cell, not taking his eyes off of Kent.

When they’re alone, Ivan leans forward further. “Seriously, nothing to say to me? Nothing to ask?”

Kent just blinks at him, bored.

“Not even going to ask me how the baby’s doing?” Ivan whispers, leaning forward to grin, knowing just where to twist his knife.

Kent flinches at this, unable to help it. How the hell did this kid know about that? Kent narrows his eyes. Is it...is it because Ivan’s the father? Is that how he fucking knows? Was Fay lying?

“There we go,” Ivan murmurs, smiling truly now, pleased to have gotten a reaction.

Kent does his best to wipe his face clear of emotions, looking over towards the door. Frustrated at giving Ivan anything, Kent ignores him completely as Ivan peppers him with questions for the next few minutes, working hard to break in again. But Kent doesn’t have a damn word to say; instead, his mind slowly turns over the thousand questions and possibilities in his mind, trying to find some way through, some kind of plan...

“Fine,” Ivan snaps, and Kent turns his level gaze back to the kid.

Ivan’s leaning back in his chair now, frustrated and tapping a pen on the desk, glaring at Kent who honestly hasn’t heard a word he’s said until now.

“You’re going to die in here, Lippert – that’s the final line of it. We’ve got you on a slew of crimes – racketeering, international transport of weapons, extortion, and – most importantly – six murders.”

“Six?” Kent asks, raising an eyebrow. He’s by no means innocent on this charge, but even for him, that number’s high.

Ivan smiles now, pleased to have gotten a word out of him. “Six.”

Slowly, Kent leans forward, staring at the boy. “Whose jobs are you pinning on me, Ivan? Your own?”

“Me?” Ivan says, pressing a hand to his chest innocently. “I’ve never killed anyone, Kent. I’m one of the good guys.”