Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 115

“Fay!” Kent yells the moment he walks into his house, storming

down the hall.

His household staff freeze and then scatter when they sense that

something is wrong. Kent is passively pleased by this – they, at least, know their place.

Still, Fay doesn’t answer him. Kent calls for her again, heading up

the steps at a brisk pace. When he arrives at her room he pushes

open her door, not bothering to knock, ready to tell her to learn to

come when she’s called.

But when he enters the room, she’s not there.

The bed is mussed and scattered with books, pens, and paper- as if she had just been sitting there a moment ago. But where the

hell is she?

Angry, he turns, ready to search the rest of the house.

Unfortunately for her, a housekeeper is skittering past at just that

moment.

woman

says, looking up at him with fear

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step forward, glaring down at

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“I don’t know,” she says, her voice going soft. “but she was wearing…those boots.”

another word to her, just heads back down

spare bedrooms.

the kitchen, striding over to the table of older gentlemen.

her go,” he demands,

at Kent,

on here,” one of the

frightened of Kent or the anger building within him. “Why

glares at him, not willing to tolerate this

wants answers.

to the barn,” another one says, equally casual. “She loves that horse. You know

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running low on patience.

to go.”

man says, shrugging and turning back to his coffee. “The kid took her – the young one. Jerome. They headed out a few

the door to the garage, grabbing a set of keys off the wall and heading for the last car in the row. He hardly ever takes the Bugatti, but – well.

to get

into the drive of the stables. He’s