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

Chapter 137 

“No, Fay,” he says, bringing his face closer to mine as he smirks 

at me. “I got the feeling that you…liked that. A little too much. So, 

we’ll have to find some different methods to teach you how to act in this family.” 

I gasp at this, shocked at the gall of him- but also, frankly, by the 

fact that…well, that he’s right. I just didn’t know he knew. 

Embarrassed, I push myself away from the door, moving to my right, working to get past him, away from him. “Bully,” I growl, my teeth clenched. “I’m engaged to your son, you don’t have any right to control my life –” 

He puts his other arm up, blocking me as I try to get past him, and then his hand is suddenly against my chest, pushing me with force back against the door. I feel the breath leave me as I look up 

into his face, which glares furiously down into mine. 

“Do you think this has anything to do with Daniel anymore, Fay?” he snaps. “No, you ended that today, with your little date. You 

belong to me now, girl. I decide your fate from here on out.” 

“Is that it, then?” I ask, cocking my head and staring daggers into his dark green eyes, which are lit now with that fire I know I kindle in him. “It has nothing to do with Daniel anymore? So what, Kent, are you just admitting that you’re jealous?” 

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“Jealous?” he whispers, considering, as if turning the word over 

in his mouth, tasting it on his tongue. He brings his whole body 

closer to mine, moving his hand away from my chest and instead back to the door on the other side of my head. He’s trapping me 

now with his whole self, not touching me but pinning me to the 

wood none the less. 

“Do you honestly think I’m jealous of those little boys, Fay? Daniel, or even Ivan?” Kent continues, his face filling my vision 

now, a smile turning up the corners of his lips. “That I’m jealous of the little stolen kisses, and the way he takes your hand, and the 

shivers he sends up your spine that make the hair on the back of 

your neck stand on end?” 

I say nothing, staring up at him, the traitorous hairs on neck 

indeed standing to attention at his words, at the feel of his breath 

against my face. My breath comes quicker now, raising my chest, 

brushing it against Kent’s. He observes me, laughing a little to see 

that me open my breath to get more air, that I fidget beneath the 

force of him. 

His laugh turns in me like a knife. 

“Yes,” I snap, lifting my chin in defiance. “I do think you’re jealous 

– I think you wish you were the one to –” 

He snaps into action, then, quick as a fox, forcing a gasp from me 

as one arm wraps around my waist and another slides behind my 

neck, his hand holding my head in place as he pulls me flush 

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against him, against every hard muscle of his body. 

“Wish I were the one to do what, Fay,” he demands, cruel. “This?” 

I cry out, but the noise is silenced by his mouth on mine. 

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