Page 31 of Faking it with the Billionaire
Not that we’ve had a run-in together other than during pickup time with the kids.
I didn’t last very long at the FBI, given the circumstances for why I left, and so at least I never had to work a case involving the Italian Mafia. Which is good, considering he’d find me a threat if he knew who I was in a former life.
But my work with the FBI is behind me. The boys’ club, with their sexual innuendos and trying to get the newly appointed women agents drunk and into bed during their own brand of initiation for new agents, sucked.
Fuck me. I thought college was bad.
And maybe I should have done more, but it washisword against mine. Andhewas a senior supervisory agent. I was fresh out of Quantico.
Not to mention he was married.
Yeah, I fucked that up for him, at least. I’m no saint. But she deserved to know the truth about her husband, even if she didn’t want to see it.
One last glance, and there’s a woman in the distance, standing outside the wrought iron gates. She’s watching the school, the teachers, and maybe even us.
She doesn’t come inside to pick up her kid. There’s something about her, but I shrug it off. I don’t sense any immediate danger or threat. But something feels off.
My hairs prick on the back of my arms, but it could also be that we’re walking in alongside the Moretti family, Antonio and his wife, Aleksandra. She rests a hand on his arm; it’s possessive, and his tight gaze screams that if you mess with him, he’ll murder you.
Okay, maybe it’s just the fact I know he’s killed people for a living that makes me feel uneasy around him.
I stand between Antonio and Kyler, doing what I can to protect him from the Morettis.
Kyler is tall, he’s at least six foot, and while Antonio isn’t short by any means, he’s also not quite built like a hockey player.
“You should let me stand on the inside,” Kyler whispers into my ear.
It’s difficult to hear him amongst the hustle and bustle of the few kids remaining in school for after-school activities and sports.
He wants to protect me from Antonio Moretti.
That’s charming but completely unnecessary.
Kyler reaches for my hand, a sign of solidarity. At least, I think that’s what he’s going for. He doesn’t have a wife to accompany him like Antonio does.
“You’re dating the nanny?” Antonio apparently sees the gesture and can’t stop himself from stating the obvious.
Kyler beams, his face lighting up as we stop, and he tugs my hand to keep me from going any farther toward the headmaster’s office. Apparently, Bristol can wait a little longer for us because Kyler is ready to have a pissing match with the head of the mafia.
This can’t be good.
“Is that what you’d call it,sweetheart?” Kyler says, staring down into my eyes. He releases his grip on my hand, only to move his hands to my cheeks. His palms are huge as they envelop my face. “I’d say we had him and the rest of the world fooled.”
Kyler is grinning, and Antonio raises a curious eye as he stands there, taking it all in.
“I don’t give a rat’s ass what you two are. You could be felons for all I fucking care. Just keepyour daughteraway frommy son.” Antonio is staring fiercely at Kyler when he saysyour daughter.
He probably would like it if we were dirty. That way, he’d have someone else to do his bidding on his payroll.
“I’m his girlfriend,” I announce proudly. “The nanny was a ruse, and your lame ass fell for it.”
“Whatever? Who gives a fuck? And why the fuck did you bring the nanny?” Antonio glares at us like we’ve lost our minds. Maybe we have. The ruse wasn’t to convince Antonio of our relationship, but maybe we could convince him that I’m actually Bristol’s biological mother.
In which case, any concern regarding Ashleigh would be moot. And since Kyler doesn’t seem to give a shit when it comes to tall tales, this one would actually help solve one problem, not create two new ones.
“You don’t think it’s sweet? The two of us finally rekindled our relationship after all these years. And Bristol ismy daughter,” I say with determination. “I’m her mother.”
Kyler winces at first glance, and his jaw is set tight.
