Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 172

I dash from the room, pounding down the stairs that lead to the second floor, my mind set on nothing but the safety of my room, my bed, my closed door-

But as I turn onto the second–floor landing, I slams into someone coming up the steps from the house’s first level.

“Whoa!” the person says, gasping in surprise and perhaps a

little pain. “What-“.

Frantic, I work to push beyond them, feeling and seeing nothing

beyond the tears in my eyes that stream down my cheeks. I’m a

bit feral now, like a rabbit doing anything it can to get back to my

warren – I’ve just got to get inside, where I can be alone –

“Fay,” the voice says, worried and stern. He grasps me by my

shoulders and I gasp, looking up, shocked to see Kent’s face –

a face like Kent’s,

–

alright?” he whispers, urgent. “What’s

look up at Daniel, my mouth hanging open, not knowing what to say. My eyes flick to the door to my bedroom – there’s no part of

this conversation

Chapter 172

2/3

go,” I mumble, pushing past him. I hear him call after me but I ignore it. There’s a little guilt in me at this – I know that I haven’t been fair to Daniel in all of this – but the guilt isn’t

my shoulder at Daniel as I push

the stairs up to the third floor, putting things together. Does he even know

I can see what Daniel does next, though, I press my

The dark of my room washes over me like cool water and I feel

to ease, my pounding

forehead pressed against the door, my breath huffing hot against the white paint, my mind absolutely reeling. But as the

damn it. What the

it drop to the floor. Kent standing in the doorway, looking

Chapter 172

3/3

down