Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 270

“Just briefly,” Kent murmurs, grabbing my left hand and pulling it to his mouth, kissing my knuckles like a prince and then turning my hand over and starting to drag kisses up the length

of my forearm. “Not as long as it’s been on your hand, even,

he murmurs against my skin, trying to distract me. “A youthful mistake.”

“Mistake!” I cry, aghast, ignoring the tingles on my skin where Kent has placed his lips. “Kent, you loved her.”

Kent looks up at me seriously, then. “I thought I did,” he replies, lifting my arm and pulling it forward to loop it around his neck, where he wants it. “Natalia was…light and fire, so alive and passionate in comparison to Lenai’s cool disdain. I… misunderstood how she made me feel. I thought it was love.” Kent hesitates and then shrugs. “It’s complicated, Fay. And it was a long time ago.”

I study him for a moment and then nod, not pressing him any further. He’ll tell me if he wants me to know. Otherwise, I can press Daniel for more information if I need it.

“Either way,” Kent smoothly moves on, a little smile coming to his lips now as he nods to the book of military strategy that’s fallen on the bed next to me. “There are ways to counter her, Fay. She’s not smarter, or more powerful, or better supplied

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If she’s walking all over you, Fay, it is

my mouth to protest but then I realize that Kent is just saying to me precisely what I thought to myself, tonight, when Natalia caught me with Ivan. Right before I told

I say. “So what do I do?”

tap the book. “And you plan. And you learn her

this. That I’ve…never quite thought, concretely, about making a larger plan regarding how I move through Kent’s world, four or five steps ahead rather than just one or two. So far, I’ve mostly been acting on impulse – and it’s worked, as

would happen

get started, I drop my arm from Kent’s

before I can grab it, he swats it out of my

“Start tomorrow. Tonight is for sleep.” I glance at the clock and

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as I settle against

realizing that he’s right.

I feel Kent’s

I can’t help myself as my mind continues to turn.

I whisper, nuzzling my face a little against his warm chest.

a tired little laugh. “You get six thousand questions each day, Fay, and today, as usual, you’ve used

ignoring him. “Kent,” I ask, “if Natalia was light and fire,