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

snaps, turning to glare at me. “The door.”

behind me. Then, not knowing what else to

at him, waiting for

at me for a long moment. Then, he begins. “What the hell,” he demands, “did you think you were

really knowing what to say.

in the car planning my response

don’t have a practiced

the

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

his car across the road – and I got

and get

Ivan not to come any further, and

with him for

of ideas, out of breath under

doesn’t matter. Kent knows

condescendingly, putting his hands 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 the

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before me, his