Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 87

Still, there’s not much I can do as Kent pulls my left arm around to the other side of the table, clicking the other half of the handcuffs around my wrist. Then, he stands back, studying his handywork.

I pull back on the chain once, testing it, and seeing how firmly it holds. The handcuffs bite sharply into my wrists, making me wince, so I lean forward again, resting my elbows on the table and looking up into Kent’s face. Casually, I clasp my hands together.

I see him open his mouth to speak, but before he can his eye falls on the engagement ring on my left hand. Quickly, he moves to unlink my hands and pull it off my ring finger, slipping it into his

pocket.

Without thinking, I feel a retort coming to my lips.

“What, Kent,” I say, my voice soft. “Can’t beat me with your wife’s ring on my hand? Something feel wrong about that?”

Even I’m shocked at the words that just came out of my mouth.

Jesus Christ, who am I?

I see him flinch–just barely – but then he raises his eyes to mine, his face perfectly calm. “That’s enough, Fay,” he says. “I’ll be

asking the questions.”

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his arms and I hold his gaze, not moving an inch.

note,” he asks, his words

I say,

pushes, his voice harder,

it to

2/3

to the table. “Then you do know what

is as far as I know that it’s a piece of paper with bad poetry written on it, sure,” I say. Again,

with my attitude and confidence – it by no means

inside. “But as for what it

I don’t know.”

he says, bringing his face closer to mine,

with it?”

lower my voice almost to a whisper, forcing him to

me to give

from his teeth at

question,

still in my room,” I whisper, lowering my eyes to his lips as I