Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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Kent shakes his head, unwilling to think of it. But beyond that, he needs to secure Fay mentally and emotionally as well, securing her loyalties so that she doesn’t betray him-

Because, god damnit, so much now depends on this girl –

Kent throws the car into park, stepping out and striding towards the stables.

The stable workers react in much the same way as his home staff did – getting out of his way as fast as they can and making themselves scarce, so that when Kent strides through the stable it looks like a ghost town. Only the horses are curious enough to peer at him over their stall doors.

When he gets to Heathcliff’s stall, though, it’s empty.

Which means only one thing.

Kent keeps going, passing quickly through the barn and heading for the training ring out back.

He sees her almost immediately, her flame–red hair flowing over her shoulders, seated on the beautiful red horse that he chose specifically because they were a match, a pair. Even as Kent strides forward, eager to interrupt, needing to talk to lock her

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Fay is going in slow circles around the ring, her horse trotting neatly as she raises and lowers herself in the saddle to match the horse’s gait. Kent can see the smile and the joy on her face as she

–

does it a natural horsewoman, yes, but also someone who is

results of her hard

frowns. He sees that her smiles seem to be continually directed to the center of the ring. Kent shifts his gaze, then, and is suddenly furious when he sees someone standing there

trainer, but, instead, Jerome.

his pace, fueled by his anger at that boy. What the hell is he doing in the ring with her

to Fay. She slows the horse and, smiling,

Jerome waits.

that kid – the fucking kid he

laughing down into

red when

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the horse’s reins, and then puts a hand out to rest on Fay’s knee

slowly, leisurely stroke his fingers across

touch, blushes, but

the gate to the

her face going white when she

in his eyes.

tearing his hand from its place on Fay’s thigh and tucking it guiltily behind his back, his

Kent’s raised

second later, slams directly into Jerome’s face,

across his jaw.

stop her own fear and surprise, as Jerome stumbles and then falls back into the dry dirt of

shying away in fear, his haunches bunching below him as he rears and then bolts, heading away from

ог

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