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.

out to the side like a bird, to make me avoid clinging to Heathcliff’s mane for safety. But

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

out to the side, I shoot Jerome a

to see me catching on.

to me. “Can

canter?”

want to go

at me derisively. He doesn’t quite call

nudge with my heels. He responds immediately, picking up the pace into

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

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I laugh a little along with him.

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sit back down, put your weight at the back of the

a little, awkwardly, as Heathcliff slows to a trot and then a walk. I’m still laughing with joy as Jerome walks over to us, gathering

as he goes,

up at me, “You’re riding like a

hair out of my face, tucking

velvet helmet.

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

and smiling up at me. “Pretty girl like you, though?” he says, raising his eyebrow, “you should learn how to barrel race.

if they’re

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