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

Chapter 270

2/4

over you, Fay, it is because you’re

when Natalia caught me with Ivan. Right before I told her to shove it, which was one of the more satisfying moments of my

I say. “So what do I

you plan. And you learn her

to the side, considering 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

would happen

arm from

I can grab it, he swats

him. “Start tomorrow. Tonight is for sleep.” I glance

Chapter 270

3/4

day…” he sighs as I settle against him, my head on his

eyes and finding myself yawning a little bit, realizing that he’s right. Even if my

I feel Kent’s breathing soften, hear his heartbeat

can’t help myself as my mind continues

whisper, nuzzling my face a little against his warm chest. “Can I ask you something?”

laughing a tired little laugh. “You get six thousand questions each day,

smile and press on anyway, ignoring him. “Kent,” I ask, “if Natalia was light and fire, and