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 –

no, a face like Kent’s, but softer,

–

urgent.

knowing what to say. My eyes flick to the

that wants to have this conversation now. I just – I can’t.

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to 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 strong enough to fight

Daniel as I push

the third floor, putting things together. Does he even know what

I can see what Daniel does

of my room washes over me like cool water

ease,

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

it. God damn it. What

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

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moving his hand, his fingers, down the slick center of me