Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0022

Alden narrows his eyes at me and looks back at Kent. I’m a little shocked, I admit, that he hasn’t

addressed me yet. I stand awkwardly in front of him and Daniel quietly takes my hand, giving it a

squeeze of support.

“Is this for real, Lippert?” Alden asks, a threat behind his glare.

Kent nods slowly. “We did a test. It’s a 99% genetic match for paternity. I can show you the paperwork

upstairs, and you can have it verified by your own doctors. But, with that kind of proof at hand, Alden.”

He spread his hands out, hoping Alden takes him at his word. “Why would I lie?”

Alden nods and returns his gaze to me, staring for a moment. Then, he shocks me again by breathing

out a huge breath of air and rubbing a hand down his face. “Damnit, but you look like your mother,” he

mutters.

My mouth falls open when I see the glimmer of tears in his eyes. My heart goes out to him, then. He’s a

solid rock of a man, but I can see that deep feelings run beneath.

“Where is she?” he demands.

Surprised, I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “She died,” I say, grimacing inwardly at my

bluntness. Alden’s face falls minutely. Surely, after all these years, he knew it would be unlikely that she

would be alive, but still – he’s upset by the news.

Alden works hard to arrange his face in the impassive mask he had when he entered the room. I bite NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

my lip, knowing that the news has hurt him.

“When?” he asks.

“Years ago,” I whisper, sorry to be the one to tell him. “I was young – I had just turned six.”

I feel horrible – I had no idea that he cared for her as much as he clearly does. I had assumed she was

– what had Fiona called herself? – a goomah. His mistress, or his girlfriend, not someone he really I

cared about.

“How?” He asks, crossing his arms over his barrel chest.

“A car accident,” I say, my voice hardly more than a whisper now. “They said…they said she went fast.

No pain.”

He nods sharply and then turns his head away, gathering himself together. "And where has she been

laid to rest?" Alden asks, not looking at me.

"In a small cemetery by our home – in the churchyard. I can take you there, if you like," Isay, my voice

gentle.

He’s angry then, instantly, his emotions snapping from sadness to anger at the flip of a switch. He turns

his burning eyes to me. “In a churchyard?” He shakes his head. “He didn’t respect her, then, the man

she left me for,” he growls. “To bury her in a churchyard, when she deserves to lay in state, in a

mausoleum.”

I find my own emotions turning, then, from pity to anger. How dare he suggest that David was anything

but an angel in our lives?

“My dad was wonderful to my mother,” I say, not considering my actions as I take a step forward.

Daniel holds my hand tighter, in a warning that comes too late –

“He was nothing,” Alden growls.

“He raised me –“

“He KEPT you from me,” the words rip from Alden’s mouth.

Realizing my mistake, I cower back, my eyes going wide. Alden takes a heavy step towards me,

intimidation in every muscle of his body.

“Tell me the truth, girl,” he says, taking another step. “Did he know about your parentage? Did he know

where she came from, who your real father was?”

Unable to deny it, I stay silent, keeping my face still.

“I thought so,” he says, narrowing his eyes at me. “He kept you from me, my daughter, not his! And he

should die for it.”

I realize, suddenly, that I’m afraid of this man. That if this is what he’s like the first time meeting his

daughter, then I can’t imagine the kind of things my mother must have gone through. She must have

experienced moods that made her decide to pack up and leave him, to give up everything she’d ever

known to keep me away.