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

to me that I was again out of my depth. I had thought

doing it for show. I thought I

of things with Kent but –

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

his puppet. Ivan’s puppet.

realizing how

their games.

stare at the ceiling, watching the light of day fade into

Chapter 139

2/3

trying to come up with a plan, with some way to get what I

end

Or how to play. Everyone is playing chess and I’m not even playing checkers. I

sister, my dad,

give to go back to

that finally breaks me out of my stupor is my 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. I sit up, looking down at my complaining stomach, and feel a headache pulse at the back of

pressing me up against the door or Ivan feeding me tequila all day that’s responsible for this. Either way, I want

Now.