Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 120 

Kent is as cold as ice the whole ride home. 

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On the way there, he had been burning with fury, his mind racing, desperate to lock her down, to burn down everything, if necessary, in order to secure her allegiance any way he could. 

And he had…he had just lost it. Twice, at the stables, he had lost his temper, lost his mind. 

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He was unsettled, in truth, at his reactions to the day’s events. His entire life since his father died – everything had been about 

control. Control of himself, foremost, because from that spun 

control over his house, his family, his community, and then his 

world. 

Control was the center of his success, his power. 

And around her? 

God damnit, for some reason, around her he just loses it. 

Kent grips the steering wheel tighter as he considers it, 

remembering the rage he let slip loose when he had watched the 

boy put his hand on her thigh. Because, Kent knew, it was his 

thigh–his to control, his to decide who touched it and when. 

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For some reason, with Daniel, Kent felt no such jealousy. Probably because he knew…well. He knew that Daniel was no real threat. 

But Jerome – this handsome, smooth–talking young guy. Kent had been in idiot to ever assign Fay to his care. What the hell did he think was going to happen? 

And then the second time when he had grabbed her – grabbed 

her shirt and pulled her against him – 

Kent scowls at himself, disgusted at his weakness. She was learning his ticks, learning how to manipulate him, learning how to bring him to the edge and just tip him over. And he was falling for it, every time. 

Because, god damnit, a large part of him wanted to lose control with her. To do more than just grab her shirt, pull her against him- 

He wanted to throw her down when she laughed at him, to wipe 

that laugh off of her mouth by pressing his own to it, to show her 

who was in charge. 

But he knew he couldn’t- he couldn’t go that far. When he 

teetered on that edge, his whole world teetered with it. He had to bring her back under his control, had to have this on his terms. 

Nothing else was a real option. 

And so, when he pulls into the garage at his house, Kent is all solidity, all icy control. It was a mistake, rushing off to the stables 

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when he was on edge. He should be like this all the time, perfectly 

in command. 

He won’t do it again, that’s for damn sure. 

Instead, he would take Fay in hand the old–fashioned way. By 

force, if necessary. 

Kent walks into a quiet house. He’s surprised by this – he knows 

that it’s full of people, but everyone is, apparently, walking on 

eggshells today. 

Fine. That’s just fine by Kent. 

He strides into the kitchen, seeing a group of people at the back 

table. 

The boy is one of them, sitting with the old guys, who give Kent looks just tinged with shame, Not enough to really stand up to him, but enough to let him know that they knew he had lost 

control. 

Kent clenches his teeth and then strides to the fridge, taking out. a package wrapped in butcher paper. Then, he walks over to the boy, whose eyes go wide with fear. 

“There,” Kent says, tossing the wrapped steak on the table. “Put that on your bruise, it will help the swelling.” 

The boy hesitates, not taking his eyes of Kent, and then reaches 

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for the packet. 

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“Thanks,” Jerome says, his voice quiet. 

“Tomorrow,” Kent says, looking beyond him towards the back garden, “you wash the cars. Every single one of them.” He returns his gaze to Jerome’s face. “And I’ll check to make sure they’re 

detailed.” 

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