Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 80 

I’m speechless as I stare at the dark space where she was just a minute ago. Then I blink, wondering if maybe I dreamt it all–it happened so fast 

But when I look down into my hand, the note is still there. 

Shit. Shit. What the hell was I going to do with this? 

It’s a little bomb, really- I know that. If Kent finds me with this 

note, I am done for, relationship with Daniel or no. 

But to whom, really, do I owe my allegiance? Should I give this 

note to Alden, my father, who I know loves me? 

Should I give it to Kent, out of allegiance to Daniel? Or to Kent 

himself, out of allegiance to him? After all, he protected me last 

night – kept me 

– 

But what, really, happened last night? Was it just coincidence 

that my father and his family weren’t in the room when the attack 

happened? 

Kent said it was a kidnapping attempt, maybe for me, but was it? Was I ever really in danger? Did my father perhaps arrange it as a way to get me away from Kent, to get him out from his clutches? 

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I groan, leaning back against the pillows, feeling far too inadequate to answer these kinds of questions. The fact was, I had absolutely no idea what was really happening, and here was this stupid note, this test of my loyalty. 

Everything depended on my actions next – who I gave it to, whether or not I flushed it down the toilet like Fiona said. But even if I did that, and my dad or Kent ever found out that I had this piece of evidence and didn’t give it to them- 

God damnit, I’m screwed either way. 

Swiftly, I peel open the note, hoping that its contents give me any hint about what I should do next. But it’s just two lines of cryptic poetry. 

The little wren sleeps, warm in its nest, 

The mink at its door doth it detest. 

What? I wrinkle my nose at the verse, written in Fiona’s hand. What the hell was this? 

It doesn’t even make any sense – nests don’t have doors – 

I grit my teeth and fold it up, trying to decide what to do. 

My eyes fall on my desk then, and I make a decision, then. 

Well, I make a decision that allows me to defer the real decision. I