Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 95

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 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.