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 at the

in his hand.

at first, not having anything to hold 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. But then, as I got the

the reins for dear life. But really, it was

the side, I shoot Jerome a happy look

see me catching

done, Fay!” He shouts to me. “Can

canter?”

want to go faster. Jerome, seeing my

derisively. He doesn’t quite call

my courage together, giving Heathcliff a little nudge with my heels. He responds

standing in the stirrups and feeling a bit of a thrill as the wind whips against my

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as I laugh a little along

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

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

as he goes,

up at me, “You’re riding like a real

of my face, tucking it back beneath

velvet helmet.

I ask, grinning down at him. “You going to teach me how to

teach you anything 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 learn how to barrel race. That’s what all the rodeo beauties do, and

money if they’re fast enough,”

as he sees me blush. I’m not used to being told