Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 139

“Good night, Fay,” he calls as I stomp up the stairs towards my

room. “See you at breakfast.”

I don’t look back. Instead, I storm through my bedroom door and

slam it shut behind me, hurling myself onto my bed. There, I hide

my head in my pillow and burst into furious tears.

I stay alone in my room for hours after I finish crying. Vacillating

between feeling absolutely horrible and then feeling absolutely

nothing at all, I stare at my ceiling for hours.

I had thought I was in charge with Kent. That I could rile him, and

use his…his attraction to me for my benefit. But today, everything

I was again out of

he was just doing

of things with

anger, and then kissing me, making me kiss him back, lose control like some lovesick girl while he humiliated me.

puppet. Ivan’s

It is so mortifying, realizing how easily I play

their games.

stare at the ceiling, watching the light of day fade

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plan, with some way

the end of it all?

know what I want. Or how to play. Everyone is playing chess and I’m not

dad, my old

wouldn’t give to go back to it

stomach, which gives a mighty growl at some point in the evening when I’ve been laying in the dark for what must be a few hours.

and put a hand there, wondering if it was Kent pressing me up against the door or Ivan feeding me tequila

Now.