Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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“But this isn’t my job, Kent,” I reply, feeling my lower lip start to shake a little with unhappiness. Unhappiness I’m not sure I’ve fully acknowledged in a while. Because I’ve been…excited? About some of the changes in my life, and in my relationship? But if I really consider what they actually mean…I’m not sure anything has changed at all.

“I’m a therapist, Kent,” I continue. “Or at least, I was training to be. That was my job, until you made me quit and locked me up in your house. Until you made it clear that the only way for me to gain any control over my life was to marry your son or sign your contract. You forced me into this.”

“I forced you to nothing!” Kent hisses, closing the distance between us, his anger alive in him now. “You signed that contract of your own free will, Fay! You –”

“I am more than this!” I shout, surprising myself – and him, and the horse – with the loudness of my voice, my vehemence.

Kent takes a step back, blinking in surprise. “Fay –”

“No,” I say, stepping forward into the space where Kent fell back, clenching my jaw and staring up at him. “No, Kent – you don’t get to talk me out of it. All of this is bullshit – that contract is bullshit. It’s just ink on paper – none of it means anything, or reflects any

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happening between us. All your contracts

your regulations? It’s

and to make you

you need, Fay. And your position

so that my chest is pressed up against his. I allow the line of my body to arrange itself close against him, my stomach curved against his torso, our hips

eyes wide and clear. “Because I think that the situation is actually reversed, Kent,” I murmur, my voice thick with the knowledge of my power. “I think that,

need.”

shift in him–fast, lightning–quick. Just a simple click behind his green eyes,

then Kent breaks.

he grabs me, one arm hard around my waist, crushing me against him as he brings his mouth to mine and claims me. I’m

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against the hard muscles of his back,

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