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

I gasp, scurrying into action and pushing the door shut behind me. Then, not knowing what else to do, I

for

“What the hell,” he demands, “did

knowing what to say. Honestly, I

the car planning

I don’t have a practiced answer, I just

him the truth.

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

his car across the road – and I got

shoot at him and get himself

come any further, and

with him for

words, out of ideas, out

matter. Kent

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

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he comes to stand before me,