Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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“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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bouncing around arena as Heathcliff trots in circles around Jerome, who stands

in his hand.

onto. Jerome even made me put my arms out to the side like a bird, to make me avoid clinging to Heathcliff’s mane for safety.

really had been holding on to the reins for dear life. But really, it

the side, I shoot Jerome a happy look

pleased to see me catching

shouts to me. “Can you kick him

canter?”

sure if I want

quite call me a coward but…well, it’s

and screw my courage together, giving Heathcliff a little nudge with my heels. He responds immediately, picking up the pace

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

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laugh a little

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

awkwardly, as Heathcliff slows to a trot and then a walk. I’m still laughing with joy as Jerome walks over to us, gathering up the length of the long lead

as he goes,

smiling up at me, “You’re riding

my face, tucking it back beneath

velvet helmet.

going to teach

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

they’re fast

sees me blush. I’m not used