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,

–

he whispers, urgent. “What’s why are you

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

wants to have this conversation now. I just

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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 strong

over my shoulder at Daniel as I push open my

putting things together. Does he even know what his

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

little. The dark of my room washes over me like cool

body start to ease,

absolutely reeling. But as the minutes pass, and as I lean into the safety of my room, I’m able to start to put words

damn it. What the

myself up and away from the door, starting to put the pieces together. Flashes of it come back to me as I move to my bed, unlacing the corset and letting it drop to the floor. Kent standing in the doorway, looking at me like a wolf at his supper. Kent wrapping a leather cuff around my wrist. Kent pressing his hand between my shoulder blades and pulling

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moving his hand, his fingers, down the