Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 23

Gifts

Chapter 23 – Heathcliff–1

We drive a little down the lane, over a slight rise, and then a barn comes into sight. A beautiful barn, really, immaculately cared for and painted in shades of gray. Three little gables peak out of the roof and two little cupolas crown it, weathervanes at their peeks.

“Oh!” I say, completely charmed by the sight. But then I see the real draw. In a series of pastures beyond the barn, my eyes can just barely see a group of horses grazing in the afternoon light.

“Oh!” I say, louder this time, far more thrilled. “Is this a stable?!”

Kent laughs as he turns the car into a parking spot next to the barn. “I thought you’d like it,” he says seriously. “One look at you and anyone could tell you grew up dreaming of horses.”

I nod fervently, scrambling to unbuckle my seatbelt and open the door at once. “Can we see them?!” I ask, my words falling over each other in my hurry. “Can I feed them? Do they have any foals?!”

He laughs at me as I almost fall out of the car, climbing calmly out himself. Before I can dash into the barn, he holds out an arm to stop me. “Let me take the lead here, all right, Fay?”

I look up at him, shining with joy, and nod. I quickly look back towards the entrance but then do a double–take, looking back at his face, which is somehow…gentler? Kinder?

shoulders. He’s dressed almost like a cowboy, with jeans tucked into western boots and a button–down plaid shirt. He gives me

a happy nod and then turns his attention back to Kent. “He’s all ready for you, gentle as can be. A real beauty.”

Kent nods to the man and looks beyond him. “Well, I’m ready if you are.”

The man bobs his head and the three of us walk through the stable to the last stall on the right, which the groom pulls open. Kent walks up to the open door and leans on the far side of it, nodding into the stall.

“What do you think, Fay?” he asks.

Slowly, so excited I can barely breathe, I peak around the corner of the stall to see the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever set eyes on in my life.

“Oh,” I say again, though this time it’s barely a breath of air puffing out of my lips as I take another step forward and cover my mouth with my fingertips, just staring at him.

A beautiful blood bay gelding stands in front of me, an Arabian by the arch of his neck and the height at which he holds his tail. The horse gently paws at the shavings of his stall, looking over at us curiously.

My eyes sweep over him, his glossy mane, his wide and gentle eye. And immediately, I know it. I’m in love.

“Can I…” I say, glancing over at Kent. “Can I go in? Can I touch him?”

but otherwise he does not balk as I walk towards him.

B

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palm up, and he gently lips my palm, saying hello, checking to see if I have a snack. Slowly, I raise my other hand to run over the

him?” Kent asks,

at him a little. What a stupid question. Then I turn back to the beautiful horse as I stroke his silky

mane.

says, laughing. Then he pauses. “I’m rarely wrong in

freeze at his words.

Did he mean

to him and see him smile at my

says to me. “If

then by bursting

a little, Kent joins me in the stall. He, too, raises a

the

down at me. “Guess I’ll have

from.”

dare,” I growl at him, giving him a little shove away from my horse.

I ask, looking up

stable is mine, full of horses. What’s the harm in you

I ask, desperate for it, hungry

me seriously. “Yes, you can come every day, if you

I resist the urge to throw my arms around him, so thrilled am I. But, I

I ask, a little breathless now.

me?”

people unhappy. I want you to be safe, for Daniel’s sake, as his future bride,” he

been that obvious? I knew that he noticed, but I wasn’t aware

trips to the basement, no more obstinate disobedience.” He smirks, then. “Or at least, not

just hadn’t been a lot of opportunity for rebellion in the last few weeks. Or I might have taken it, for

in my care are good,” he says carefully, studying my face closely, “they get presents. When they are bad, they get punished.” He lowers his

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his mouth, watching it form his words. “I’d recommend, Fay,” he says softly, “that you

–

runs down my spine and a

hasn’t raised its head for awhile –

want more.

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