Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 117

I gasp air back into my lungs after a moment of real fear when I couldn't pull any
in-

It aches as it fills me, having been so roughly knocked out of me in the first place
God damnit, I think, shaking a little with the shock of falling off a

horse for the first time, of the sudden violence that caused it —

I roll over on the ground, pulling myself to a seated position,

pressing my eyes closed as I work to steady my breath.

Someone is there next to me, almost instantly — I feel a hand on

my shoulder, a tremulous voice asking if I'm okay-

When I open my eyes, I'm shocked to see it is Kent kneeling next

to me, concern written in every line of his face.

“Are you serious?” I shout at him, anger mixing with the fear. running through my
veins. I brush his hand off my shoulder. “We would all be fine if you didn’t rush in
here like a crazy person! What the hell-

Suddenly, I remember my horse and spin my torso around, looking behind me to
see Heathcliff at the other side of the arena, looking at us with wide and
frightened eyes.

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I push myself to my feet in a moment, heading towards him-

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“Fay,” Kent says behind me, grabbing for my arm. But he’s too slow, and I'm able
to pull out of his grasp, glaring at him over my

shoulder as I hurry over to my poor horse.

Behind him, I can see Jerome starting to stand up as well, a hand

on his jaw, looking anxiously between us.

Still, I don’t have time for that. I slow myself as I cross the ring to

Heathcliff, knowing that he'll shy again and be further spooked if

I run at him in a rage. So, instead, I force myself to adopt a casual

stroll, talking soft nonsense to him as I approach.

I see the horse physically relax when he sees how calm I amor

at least, how calm I'm pretending to be. When I hold my hand out to him, he
stretches his neck forward, pressing his nose into my palm, trusting me. I take a
moment, then, as I take his reins in my left hand, to stroke his neck and tell him
how pretty and wonderful

he is, hoping to calm him even further.

But the whole time I'm being nice to my horse, I'm getting angrier and angrier
inside.

Who the hell does Kent Lippert think he is?

Well, something inside me prompts, the most dangerous man in the city, for one.
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But I quickly dismiss the thought because seriously, who the hell

storms into a riding lesson and punches the instructor?

I glance at the two of them, then, and see that they're standing right where I left
them, Kent staring worriedly at me. Jerome,

though, is anxiously looking at Kent. He could very easily lose his

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job over this, we both know it — just
because he put his hand on the

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But who the hell was Kent to decide who could put their hands on

my knees?

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He's not my fiancé, or my father. He's

just some jerk who thinks he The

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owns me.

God damnit, but I hate him right now.

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I try to continue keeping my body

calm as I walk Heathcliff forward

towards the gate at the entrance to

the arena, which is still standing

open. As I pass him, Kent puts out a

hand, apology on his face. I know

that he’s sorry — but not because he

hurt me, or Jerome. No, Kent is sorry
because he lost the control that's so
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