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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Jerome, who stands at the center,

in his hand.

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

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

side, I shoot Jerome a

pleased to see

shouts to me. “Can

canter?”

sure if I want

at me derisively. He doesn’t quite call me

my teeth and screw my courage together, giving Heathcliff a little nudge with

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

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

he says, bouncing 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,

as he goes,

says, smiling up at me, “You’re riding like a real

out of my face, tucking it back beneath

velvet helmet.

down at him. “You going to teach me

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

money if they’re

he sees me blush. I’m not used