Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 346

I look down, suddenly ashamed. There is no trust – not really – between us. And I fall for it every time.

“It’s not about trust, Fay,” Kent sighs, closing the distance between us so that he stands very close, so that I can hear his words even though they’re barely a whisper. “It’s about…what you need to know. These details – they are better kept between a very small group of people –”

“And I can’t be part of that group?” I ask bitterly, anger starting to burn in my chest.

“You don’t need to be part of that group,” Kent insists.

But I just look up and shake my head at him, unable to accept it. “This is it, Kent,” I say quietly, determined. “Either you tell me or…” I breathe out sharply, realizing that I need the ultimatum as it falls from my mouth. “Or I…I have to make changes.”

Kent just glares at me, not liking being backed into a corner, also I don’t think really understanding what I mean.

but

say as simply as I can, keeping my expression as cold as his. “Either you tell

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for a second and then starts to slowly shake his head. “You know, Fay,” he growls, anger clearly coiling in him as well. “That’s precisely what a spy would say.

what the hell he just said. And then my eyes narrow in rage, and disappointment, and the desire to honestly rip him to shreds. “If I was a spy Kent,” I hiss, letting that rage burn

striding towards the door. When my fingers brush the handle Kent barks out

his arms still

big part of me wants to tell him to fuck off and to throw open the door, striding out into

– the part that’s still in this, that wants Kent to trust

at him with what pride I have left, stride for the door to his bedroom. But