Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 99

“Fay,” Kent says, clenching his mouth closed after he utters my name, apparently needing a minute to rein in his temper. That little muscle of frustration flickers in his cheek, making my little smile grow. “You’re not to come down to the basement. I was clear about this.”

I give him a fake little pout, seeing how far I can push it. “But it’s so interesting down here,” I say, turning my attention back to the wedding album. “For instance,” I say, my voice light, “I had no idea you’d consent to get married in just a linen shirt – no suit coat even – very bohemian of you –”

Kent takes two steps forward and snatches the photo album out of my hand, glaring at me. Then, he glances down at it, as if surprised.

We’re both silent for a moment while he stares at the photo album. “I haven’t looked at this in…years…” he says quietly, surprised into a moment of reverence.

I consider him, glad to have a moment to study his tall, muscular form while he’s not glaring at me. His face is lined with years of worry – perhaps more worry than most men his age. He carries a lot, I know, but…well, I wonder if he carries more than he needs to.

For instance, did he really need to come down here to yell at me

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constant need for control, that consumes his time? The worry and need for control that, indeed, results in

photo album, wondering if there is perhaps an

love her?”

Again, my mouth has run away with me – speaking

wise.

raises his eyes suddenly, that glare focused on me again. He doesn’t answer my question, just tosses the album back onto the shelf as if it doesn’t matter to him. But I saw his face a moment ago – I know he’s performing

still studying him, feeling as if I’ve just figured out a little piece of the Kent puzzle. I smile

of course, ticks him

in this house, and they’re in place for a reason.” He folds his arms and glares down at me. “If you do not obey

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of my own, my own temper a little

are you going to do, chain me to the table in your

this week.”

to say something – scold me,