Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story
Chapter 118

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“Fay,” Kent calls after me, shaking his head, but I ignore him, walking Heathcliff towards the stables. 

I pass Jerome in the same manner, giving him a dirty look as well. He still presses his hand to his face, which is expressionless as he watches me pass. 

I’m not blameless in this, I know. I let Jerome continue, I liked the 

way it felt when he paid attention to me, flirted with me, told me I 

was pretty and let me wonder what it might be like to let him teach 

me how to ride the way Western girls ride. What it might be like to kiss him at a campfire under the stars. 

But he knows better than that, and so do I. 

I’m no cowgirl, even if I wanted to be. It’s an impossibility. 

Because I’m the daughter of one major crime lord and the fiancé of another. Where the hell did Jerome think this was going to end? 

Where was the happy ending here, for either of us? 

I’m fuming as I get Heathcliff into his stall, as I begin to take off his saddle and tack. Out of the corner of my eye I see Jerome pass the stall too, walking to the front of the stable where he had 

parked the car a few hours ago. 

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Jerome looks worried, as he goes, and catches my eye, but he 

doesn’t say a word to me. 

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I’m just so mad in this moment, as I continue to care for my horse. So angry and sad at myself all at once. And sore, physically sore, where I fell on my chest and stomach. 

Poor little rich girl, I think bitterly, my inner voice rich with sarcasm. Seriously, Jerome aside, what the hell did I think I was playing at? And what business did I have feeling sad, when so many people- Jerome included – had it so much worse than me? 

After all, he was going to get the brunt of the punishment for this. 

I was going to skate on by. Because again – I’m the daughter 

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of a major crime lord, and engaged to another. And Jerome is a 

nobody. I feel horribly guilty as I think about it, where my choices 

lead him. 

“Fay,” Kent’s voice surprises me, then, as he lets himself into 

Heathcliff’s stall. 

I’m too angry to speak and just glare at him before continuing with my chores, hanging up my saddle and then collecting my brushes to groom Heathcliff after his ride. 

“Fay,” Kent is angrier this time, clearly insisting on my attention. 

But he can damn well wait until I’m finished with my horse. 

When I don’t reply, I can hear the anger grumble in his chest. But he leaves the stall, leaving me alone to finish my work. In silence, I 

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brush my horse, clean his feet, and check his water and hay to make sure that he’s all set for the night. 

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I’m grateful to see, as I give Heathcliff his final parting kiss on his nose, that my horse has come out of everything unscathed. He, unlike me, is again perfectly calm, happily relaxing in his stall. 

But when I lock his stall door behind me and see Kent just outside of it waiting for me, his arms crossed, I could burst into flames I’m so damn mad. 

“What the hell were you thinking,” I hiss at him, striding right up to him so that we’re only inches apart, glaring up into his face. “I could have been seriously hurt Jerome could be seriously hurt 

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