Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 117

I gasp air back into my lungs after a moment of real fear when I couldn’t pull any in-

It aches as it fills me, having been so roughly knocked out of me in the first place –

God damnit, I think, shaking a little with the shock of falling off a

horse for the first time, of the sudden violence that caused it –

I roll over on the ground, pulling myself to a seated position,

pressing my eyes closed as I work to steady my breath.

Someone is there next to me, almost instantly – I feel a hand on

my shoulder, a tremulous voice asking if I’m okay-

When I open my eyes, I’m shocked to see it is Kent kneeling next

to me, concern written in every line of his face.

“Are you serious?” I shout at him, anger mixing with the fear. running through my veins. I brush his hand off my shoulder. “We would all be fine if you didn’t rush in here like a crazy person! What the hell-

Suddenly, I remember my horse and spin my torso around, looking behind me to see Heathcliff at the other side of the arena, looking at us with wide and frightened eyes.

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to my feet in a moment, heading

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slow, and I’m able to pull out of his grasp, glaring at him over

as I hurry over

see Jerome starting to

his jaw, looking anxiously between us.

I slow myself as I cross the

shy again and be further

him in a rage. So, instead, I force myself

talking soft nonsense to him as I

see the horse physically relax when he sees how calm I

least, how calm I’m pretending to be. When I hold my hand out to him, he stretches his neck forward, pressing his nose into my palm, trusting me. I take a moment, then, as

to calm him

whole time I’m being nice to my

hell does Kent Lippert think he

me prompts, the most dangerous man in the city,

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thought because seriously, who the hell

into a riding lesson and punches the

at the two of them, then, and see that they’re standing right where I left

anxiously looking at Kent. He