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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around arena as Heathcliff trots in circles around Jerome, who stands at the center, the

in his hand.

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. But then, as I got the hang

holding on to the reins for dear life. But really, it was all about balance

out to the side, I shoot Jerome a

pleased to see me catching on.

He shouts to me. “Can you kick him

canter?”

if I want

quite call me a coward

a little nudge with

a bit of a thrill as the wind whips against my

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as I laugh a little along with

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shouts out to me, “Go ahead and sit back down, put your weight at the back of the

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

as he goes,

girl,” he says, smiling up at me, “You’re riding like a

hair out of my face, tucking it back beneath my little

velvet helmet.

yeah?” I ask, grinning down at him. “You going to teach me how to rope steers

you want,” Jerome says, coming close to Heathcliff’s shoulder and smiling up at me. “Pretty girl like you, though?” he says, raising his eyebrow, “you should

money if they’re

blush. I’m not used