Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 340

I’m the first one to crack.

I thought I could be stubborn. I thought I could be cold.

But two whole days pass with Kent ignoring me completely, and as night falls at the end of that second day I’m an absolute mess.

And I guess…well, ignoring me completely isn’t quite right. Kent has given me every opportunity to give in, or to apologize, or to tell him that he’s right, or to agree to his terms in our relationship. He has created opportunities for me to agree to the idea that he has all the power and I’m not allowed to ask any questions.

At breakfast yesterday and today, Kent came and placed my plate in front of me, as he always does. And then he leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest, and stared at me.

Which pissed me off. A lot. So both mornings, I just pushed the plate of food away and picked up my coffee, ignoring him and having a liquid breakfast before driving myself to the stables and spending all day there alone with Healthcliff. Both days I stayed until it was dark, until Jerome came and got me, shaking his head at me and not asking any questions.

Both evenings, as I climbed the stairs, I saw that the door to Kent’s office was open, which it never is at this time, and that the lights were on, which they never are. And I could hear him.

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moving around in there.

to me the invitation is clear: I’m here, if

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staring angrily at the

and look at him. “What is wrong with you, Fay?” he asks, shaking his

I answer sharply, turning away from him to stare at the

shit, Fay. What did

to bring him

next to

at him, my face expressionless. “He

me slowly. “I believe you, Fay,” he says after a minute. “But if you two are playing some kind of game of

newly renewed in my determination to literally never

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to take a shower. “I’m serious, Fay,” he says as he goes. “If you think you’re stubborn? Kent’s

hoping to hell he’s

if we’re all going to die this week, according to Ivan. Is this seriously how we’re going to spend our

me. “Even if you don’t mean it. Kent just wants

know that?” I ask, shaking my head at Daniel. “Has ever done that