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.

in the house, but to me the invitation is clear: I’m here, if you’re ready to give in.

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angrily at the wall for forty–five minutes, I’ve been able to

“What is wrong with you, Fay?” he asks, shaking his

answer sharply, turning away from

frustrated. “No shit, Fay. What

not wanting to bring

asks, coming to sit next

already told you,” I say, turning to look at him,

after a minute. “But if you two are playing some kind of game of chicken here? Each waiting for the other one to apologize first?” Slowly, he shakes

at Daniel, newly renewed in my determination to literally never speak to Kent ever again

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face and just laughs at me a little, patting my leg before standing up and heading for the bathroom, probably to take a shower.

turn to look at him, hoping to hell he’s not right. Because

seriously how we’re going to spend our final days, when we could be doing something to prevent this?

by the door and shaking his head at me. “Even if you don’t mean it. Kent just wants you to crack first. He’ll give in.”

my head at Daniel. “Has