Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 118

“Fay,” Kent calls after me, shaking his head, but I ignore him, walking Heathcliff towards the stables.

I pass Jerome in the same manner, giving him a dirty look as well. He still presses his hand to his face, which is expressionless as he watches me pass.

I’m not blameless in this, I know. I let Jerome continue, I liked the

way it felt when he paid attention to me, flirted with me, told me I

was pretty and let me wonder what it might be like to let him teach

me how to ride the way Western girls ride. What it might be like to kiss him at a campfire under the stars.

But he knows better than that, and so do I.

I’m no cowgirl, even if I wanted to be. It’s an impossibility.

Because I’m the daughter of one major crime lord and the fiancé of another. Where the hell did Jerome think this was going to end?

Where was the happy ending here, for either of us?

I’m fuming as I get Heathcliff into his stall, as I begin to take off his saddle and tack. Out of the corner of my eye I see Jerome pass the stall too, walking to the front of the stable where he had

the car a

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goes, and

a word to me.

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continue to care for my horse. So angry and sad at myself all at once. And sore, physically sore, where I fell on my chest and

the hell did I think I was playing at? And what business did I have feeling

going to get the brunt of the punishment

was going to skate on by. Because again

–

major crime lord, and engaged to another. And Jerome

horribly guilty as I think about it,

lead him.

Kent’s voice surprises me, then, as he lets himself

Heathcliff’s stall.

at him before continuing with my chores, hanging

this time, clearly insisting on

damn well wait until I’m

But he leaves the stall, leaving me

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