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

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

I say. “So

study,” he says, reaching out to tap the book. “And you plan. And you learn

my head 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 –

would

started, I drop my arm from Kent’s neck

can grab it, he swats it out of

Kent groans, laying down and pulling me on top of him. “Start tomorrow. Tonight is for sleep.” I glance

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settle against him, my head

myself yawning a little bit, realizing that he’s right. Even if

Kent’s breathing soften,

can’t help myself as my mind

against

“You get six thousand questions

ask, “if Natalia was light and fire, and Lenai was cool distain…what