Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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Chapter 101

“Good, Fay! Good!” Jerome says, his voice eager and

encouraging.

Kent’s trainer couldn’t come on short notice, so Jerome is putting

me through some exercises on the horse. He watched me ride a bit and then told me – to my surprise – that I’m too reliant on the

reins.

“You hold onto them,” he had said, smirking at me, “like the handlebars on a bike. Like they’re going to keep you from falling

off.”

I had frowned at him. “Well,” I said, hesitating. “Aren’t they?”

Jerome had laughed, looking up at me from his place on the ground next to Heathcliff. “No, Fay,” he said. “The best riders barely even use the reins. You’ve got to learn how to

communicate from here.”

With that, he’d shocked me by smacking my thigh.

Jerome hadn’t noticed my surprise, though, instead moving to Heathcliff’s head and unbuckling his bridle, replacing it with a halter – a head harness that has no reins at all. Then, he attached a long, long lead rope to a ring on that halter so that we could do some exercises without reins.

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I’m bouncing around arena as Heathcliff trots in circles around Jerome, who stands

in his hand.

the side like a bird, to make me avoid clinging to Heathcliff’s mane for safety. But then, as I got

for dear life. But really, it was all about balance

the side, I shoot Jerome a happy look

pleased to see me

to me. “Can you kick him into

canter?”

sure if I want to go

He doesn’t quite call me a

clench my teeth and screw my courage together, giving Heathcliff a little nudge with my heels. He

balls of my feet and my heels, standing in the stirrups and feeling a bit of a thrill as the wind

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as I laugh a little along

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he shouts out to me, “Go ahead and sit back down, put

do as he says, bouncing a little, awkwardly, as Heathcliff slows to a trot and then a walk. I’m still laughing with joy as Jerome

as he goes,

he says, smiling up at me,

brush the hair out of my face, tucking it back beneath my

velvet helmet.

going to teach me how to rope steers

you, though?” he says, raising his eyebrow, “you should learn how to barrel race. That’s what all

money if they’re

he sees me blush.