Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 135

Kent doesn’t wait for me to climb the steps up to the house, Instead, he goes in ahead of me, leaving me to follow dutifully behind.

I feel my stomach turn over for the second time today, though this time for totally different reasons. I would feel better, frankly – understand it more – if Kent were freaking out at me. Yelling at me, losing his temper, giving me commands.

But this Kent? The quiet, controlled, considered Kent?

He’s the one I’m afraid of.

I look down at my feet as I climb the steps, feeling every bit the naughty schoolgirl about to get yelled at for breaking the rules. The pleasant buzz that the tequila built in my mind gets wiped away by my anxiety, my adrenaline. It’s as if my body knows that I have to be focused right now to face him.

When I walk into the house I see that his office door is open,

a silent demand for me to enter. I take a deep breath, steeling myself, obeying that command and then walking into the office, stopping just as I cross the threshold.

“Close the door,” Kent demands, his back to me as he leans his arm against the mantle of the fireplace, staring down into the fire. I

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don’t do anything for a moment, staring at the fire myself. Why did ho light it? It’s warm out – a fire, so late in the season

Kent snaps, turning to glare at me.

me. Then, not knowing what else to do, I

for him to

begins. “What the hell,” he demands, “did you think you were

knowing what to say. Honestly,

spent the time in the car planning my response to this

question. And because I don’t have

the truth.

on instinct,” I say, my voice a whisper. “Ivan was there,

of a sudden, his car across the road – and

him and get himself killed. So I

any further, and

for

ideas, out of breath under the force

doesn’t matter. Kent knows how it ends.

in his pockets and slowly walking over to my place by the door. “You thought that a great response to my enemy blocking your path to

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stand before