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

in his hand.

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 hang of it,

to the reins for dear life. But really, it was all about balance and holding on with my legs and my knees.

out to the side, I

pleased to see

to me. “Can you kick

canter?”

not sure if I want to go faster.

laughs at me derisively. He doesn’t quite call me a coward but…well, it’s

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

heels, standing in the stirrups and feeling a bit of a thrill as the wind whips

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

he says, bouncing a little, awkwardly, as Heathcliff slows to a trot and then a walk. I’m

as he goes,

up at me,

the hair out of my face,

velvet helmet.

him. “You going to teach me

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,

if they’re fast

sees me blush. I’m not