Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0095

Kent is as cold as ice the whole ride home.

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.

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.

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 when he was on edge. He should be like this all the time, perfectly in Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

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 for the packet.

“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.”

Then Kent walks away. He can hear the approving sounds of the old men talking to the boy then,

patting him on the back.

“See?” One says. “You still got a job, kid. Don’t worry – in time, he’ll forgive ya.”

Not that Kent isn’t tempted. It’s just not worth the fuss.

Then, Kent rests his back against the wall next to the window, listening.

“I don’t know, Daniel,” Kent hears Fay say, and then to his surprise he hears her sniff. “I just – I don’t

know if I can do this.”

And now she’s in tears?

Kent hangs his head a little, shaking it. He does not understand this girl.

“It’s okay, Fay,” Daniel says softly and Kent hears some movement – perhaps Daniel taking the girl in

his arms, comforting her. He grits his teeth to think of it.