Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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The next morning, Jerome almost crashes the Lexus when he pulls into the parking lot of the stables and sees Ivan’s red Ferrari parked there.

“Fuck,” he whispers, quickly straightening out the wheel and then turning to glare at me. “What the fuck, Fay?!”

“What?” I ask innocently, trying to hide my smile.

“Fay,” Jerome growls, quickly pulling into a spot as far away from Ivan’s car as possible. “What the hell are you playing at this time?”

“Kent knows,” I say evenly with a little shrug, speaking the truth.

I told him this morning. He hadn’t been happy about it.

I had picked my moment quite carefully. “Um, Kent?” I had said, leaning casually against the open door to the closet as Kent got dressed. And then, when he had turned and looked at me suspiciously – probably because I haven’t been so shy and hesitant around him in weeks I had stumbled out with my whole plan to meet Ivan at the stables today, just to check on things between his organization and the Lippert family.

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Kent walked slowly over to me, stopping only when he was so close that I had to tilt my chin all the way back to look up into. his face. Then, he had gone completely still.

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had growled.

into my face as I looked up at him. “Ivan and I didn’t have a chance to talk – I promise, it’s not – it’s not a romantic thing. Daniel and I were cornered all night by the

me not

told Kent weeks ago about what happened at my father’s house – about my father offering to take

the information, of course – had used my father’s confidence to rattle Natalia, to suggest to her that Alden had something up his sleeve and that they needed to figure it out before breaking off the engagement with me. It had

and Ivan have been slippery these past few weeks – haven’t given Kent much of

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that Kent’s frustration on this matter, his desire for more information, would beat out

against his stomach. “That’s how long you spend with him. And then

my arms around Kent’s neck, standing on

next, refusing to

said, smirking a little, trying to use a joke

Kent just shook his head and wrapped his arms tighter around me, not biting. Slowly, the smile dropped from my

nod, agreeing to his terms before lifting me tight against him and sealing his mouth on mine. I clung to Kent then, overwhelmed a little by his order, his

me just how much I belonged to him. I let Kent wipe away the idea of anyone else touching me again, ever. But even as Kent smacked my ass and left

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