Chapter 308

I glance at Daniel, frantic. Daniel looks back at me with the same expression, his face whiter than I’ve ever seen it. I whip my attention back to Ivan.

“What,” I ask, my voice shaking. “What’s – what’s happening.”

He just waves the gun at me, continuing to listen to something on his radio. Then, he murmurs “affirmative” into the handset and spins on the both of us. “Where the fuck is he?”

“What are you talking about?” Daniel growls, still holding his hands up by his head.

“Kent!” Ivan shouts, his face going red with anger now. “Kent Lippert! Where the FUCK is he in this house!?”

My jaw drops in shock and a second later relief floods through me, my knees going literally weak for the second time today as I lean back against the wall. If –

If they haven’t found him yet –

He’s probably not dead –

“We don’t know, Ivan,” Daniel growls, keeping his eyes on him.

Ivan, losing his cool more than I’ve ever seen him before, lifts his gun and points it straight at Daniel’s face, and I go cold. Because – as much as I understand that this is a tense situation – I’m pretty sure cops aren’t supposed to use their guns to threaten guys who aren’t being arrested, and who are standing against the wall with their hands up.

“Fucking tell me now, Lippert!” Ivan yells. “Where the fuck is Kent!”

“Don’t hurt him!” I scream, my hands balled into anxious fists at my side. And I honestly don’t now who I’m talking about – Daniel, or Kent, or –

“You’re going to fucking tell me, Daniel,” Ivan shouts, striding over Jerome and coming close enough to point his gun directly in Daniel’s face, but not close enough for Daniel to grab it. “Or I swear to god, I’ll shoot you right now!”

I moan at the sight of Daniel at gunpoint, closing my eyes, my whole body threatening to give out under the stress of this moment -

“I. Don’t. Know.” Daniel growls through his teeth.

“I’ll tell you!” I shout, the words out of my mouth before I can think about whether it’s smart.

Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father Chapter 0307 I open my eyes to see again the horrible sight of Ivan’s gun still pointed at Daniel’s face. “What do you know, Fay,” Ivan barks, his eyes still fastened on Daniel.

“Promise me,” I cry. “Promise you won’t kill Kent! Or Daniel! Or...anyone!”

Ivan growls but then he takes a step back from Daniel, appeasing me. Though he’s still looking towards Daniel, his next words are addressed to me.

“This is a capture mission, Fay,” Ivan says, a touch calmer now. “We’re authorized to use lethal force if anyone resists,” and here he takes another menacing step towards Daniel, “But we won’t kill him unless he retaliates,” Ivan continues, his voice low, as if he’d like nothing better than to take them all out.

“Then why is there all that shooting downstairs!” I gasp, my voice panicked.

“Because they’re probably retaliating, Fay!” Ivan shouts, spinning his head to glare at me. I look towards Daniel, whose hands twitch, obviously itching to take Ivan’s gun or tackle him or something. But I shake my head no.

Realizing his mistake, Ivan snaps his view back to Daniel. “Tell me!” He commands. “Where is Kent!”

“There’s another floor,” I say, all in a rush. “Through the wardrobe,” I say, nodding towards it, though Ivan can’t see me. “It um – it connects to Kent’s bedroom? And there’s...all sorts of rooms in the corridor below it? But yeah – he probably went back to his bedroom before you guys came in, after he found out...”

And then, ridiculously, I blush – because in my panic I am saying way more than needs to be said right now.

“After what?” Ivan presses, taking another step back towards the bed so he can keep Daniel under gunpoint and look at me at the same time.

I snap my mouth shut, not saying anything. Daniel does too.

“After what,” Ivan insists, his voice breaking under the strain.

But it’s Jerome that breaks our silence, his words bitter.

“After he found out Fay’s pregnant, you asshole.”