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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Kent had growled. “What

up at him. “Ivan and I didn’t have a chance to talk – I promise, it’s not – it’s not a romantic thing.

then I waited. If he told me not to go, I wouldn’t go.

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

something up his sleeve and that they needed to

father and Ivan have been slippery these past few weeks – haven’t given Kent much of anything, instead dancing around him and Natalia. They would take

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on this matter, his desire for more information, would beat out his jealousy.

snarled, wrapping a hand around my waist and pulling me tight against his stomach. “That’s

I wrapped my arms around Kent’s neck, standing on my tiptoes and lifting my face closer to his, asking

hands on you, Fay,” Kent said next,

in Milan –” I said, smirking a little, trying

head and wrapped his arms tighter around

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 intensity, his covetous. need to

and lay me back down on the sheets, and show 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

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