Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 120

Kent is as cold as ice the whole ride home.

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On the way there, he had been burning with fury, his mind racing, desperate to lock her down, to burn down everything, if necessary, in order to secure her allegiance any way he could.

And he had…he had just lost it. Twice, at the stables, he had lost his temper, lost his mind.

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He was unsettled, in truth, at his reactions to the day’s events. His entire life since his father died – everything had been about

control. Control of himself, foremost, because from that spun

control over his house, his family, his community, and then his

world.

Control was the center of his success, his power.

And around her?

God damnit, for some reason, around her he just loses it.

Kent grips the steering wheel tighter as he considers it,

remembering the rage he let slip loose when he had watched the

boy put his hand on her thigh. Because, Kent knew, it was his

to decide who touched it

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jealousy. Probably because

Kent had been in idiot to ever assign Fay

then the second time when he had grabbed

shirt and pulled her against

his ticks, learning how to manipulate him, learning how to bring him to the edge and just tip him over. And he was falling for it, every time.

god damnit, a large part of him wanted to lose control with her. To do more than just

when she laughed at him,

by pressing his own to it,

was in charge.

he couldn’t- he couldn’t

teetered with it. He had to bring her back under his control, had to have this on

a real option.

he pulls into the garage at his house, Kent is all solidity, all icy control. It was a mistake, rushing off

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he was on edge. He should be like

in command.

do it again, that’s for damn sure.

in hand the

force, if necessary.

into a quiet house. He’s surprised by this – he knows

people, but everyone is, apparently,

eggshells today.

just fine

seeing a group of people at

table.