Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 176

Kent, who never comes to my bedroom in the morning – who always waits to speak to me until I come down to the kitchen for breakfast.

I stare at him, shocked and a little afraid, as his eyes flick over me, quickly assessing my rumpled hair and my bare legs and – oh my god-

Ivan’s jacket.

Indeed, his eyes pause for a moment on the fine wool of the suitcoat, its long sleeves rolled up to my elbows. It’s way too big for me, and Kent would certainly recognize one from his own collection or from Daniel’s, so he certainly will figure out…

I see him put the pieces together as he clenches his jaw and moves his eyes back to mine. “Good morning, Fay,” he says, his calm belying the anger I can see roiling behind his eyes.

“Good morning, Kent,” I whisper, leaning against the doorframe, wanting the support.

Kent opens his mouth to say something but then snaps it shut, looking down again at the suit jacket and then turning his head to look down the hall. Or, at least that’s the direction of his gaze. I can tell from his unfocused eyes that he’s not looking at anything

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– just staring into space as he puts together his thoughts.

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“I have new instructions for you,” he says after a moment, still

not looking at me. I watch him, curious, my anxiety increasing. If he just has instructions, why didn’t he wait to give them to me at

breakfast, like he always does?

“All right,” I say quietly, waiting for him to continue.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he just nods abruptly and turns away, heading back down stairs. I watch him go, baffled, but noting that he doesn’t look at me again. Not once.

as if

at Ivan’s suitcoat. Well. That hadn’t been my intention, when

careful note, and then head to my bathroom to start getting dressed for my day. When I return from my shower, I see that my clothes delivery has arrived and that it contains a crisp little blazer in just my size. I smile and tuck Ivan’s jacket away behind the headboard of my bed, hoping that the household staff won’t find it there. I’m not ready to say goodbye to it, not just yet, and I know that if I leave it in my wardrobe today that, by this evening,

dressed in the suitcoat and chic grey slacks that Kent chose for

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and restrained look than I’m used to, and I’m

for me. I’m certainly

after all – not

door to the kitchen, though, the first person I see is Daniel. My stomach drops and I hesitate when he looks up to meet my gaze. He does not look

smile at me. He just looks at me, grim. A little angry. Then, his

around the room to better assess the situation. My gaze falls, on Jerome, who is likewise looking at me. Jerome gives me an exaggerated wide–eyed grimace, drawing a finger across his throat and nodding towards Daniel. His meaning could not be more clear: I’m dead meat.

make my way over to our little breakfast table and sit down across from

his voice even. I raise my eyes to glare at him a little, wondering if he realizes just how much he sounds like his dad in this moment. Who the hell was he anyway, to make me

Daniel.” I murmur, mocking his tone a bit.

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shouldn’t, but I can’t

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just how long,” he bites out, glaring at me, “have you

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I spit, blushing beet red and leaning forward across the table. “Are you serious?