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

who doesn’t trust me,” I say as simply as I can, keeping my expression as cold as his. “Either you

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quietly 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

moment for his words to hit me, for me to understand. 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 coldly within me, “Trust me. You’d

away from him, striding towards the door. When my fingers brush the handle Kent barks out my name and I turn to glare at him.

arms still crossed over

tell him to fuck off and to throw open the door, striding out into the hallway

that’s still in this, that wants Kent to trust

him with what pride I have left, stride for the door to his bedroom. But I don’t look at him