Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 136

“Drinking all day at a bar, laughing, kissing,” he chides, leaning forward towards me. “It sounds like a date to me, girl.”

I whip up my head at that, glaring at him. “We didn’t kiss,” I blurt out, defiant. Then, I blush harder when he laughs at me again.

“Does it matter if you kissed, Fay?” Kent asks, leaning back and shaking his head. “The damage is done. You were seen today, did you know that? That place he took you – it’s a gathering place. Neutral territory. So, it wasn’t just you and him there in that darkness – no. Men from all the families saw you there. Your

father’s men saw you there. Alden was the one who called me, in

fact, to tell me where you were.”

I go pale at this realization. Kent was right – I had assumed that Ivan took me to someplace personal and private, to a place where we precisely wouldn’t be seen. I hang my head, realizing that the damage is just as bad as Kent says it is.

“So, you understand now,” Kent continues. “What you’ve done. How you’ve embarrassed me. How you’ve embarrassed Daniel, of

all people. About whom I actually thought you cared.”

Frowning, ashamed of myself, I meet Kent’s eyes, a little angry at

Daniel,” I spit out. “I–I’m

we’d be seen.”

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you can’t trust your instincts in this world? That it’s always one step

he brought me there just so we’d be seen, so Kent would be embarrassed? I realize

horse, given you your sister back? You have everything you need to live a happy life, if you’d just stay within the lines

draw for you.”

my teeth as I hear them. Perhaps it’s the frustration in me, the embarrassment, rising again, but his words – they rankle me. I can’t help myself as I raise my head

you want me to, when you want me to?” I feel my mouth raise in a little sneer as I continue my tirade. “What’s next, Kent? Are you going to pick my food out for me, plan my meals? Cut my meat on my plate every morning?”

my head on

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smile playing on his

yes. I’ll feed you with a

line. “And if I disobey?” I ask, my voice angry. He opens his mouth to respond but I continue, to fast for him. “What are