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

Chapter 350 

My mouth is still hanging open when I see Kent’s dark head and broad shoulders ducking through the open door of my tiny wardrobe. 

I’m still staring when he turns to glare at me. 

“Are you happy now, Fay?” Kent asks, stern and clearly pissed off. 

And that makes me snap my mouth shut as I narrow my eyes at him. 

“Do I look happy, Kent?” I ask, waving a hand at myself at my tear–stained checks, my messy hair. 

And, well, my cozy pajamas, my book, and my reading light might not be adding to the picture of misery I want him to see at the moment, but I think he gets the point because Kent sighs. and presses the bridge of his nose between his fingers. 

“Fay,” he sighs. “Why didn’t you come downstairs? I want to talk to you.” 

“Because, Kent,” I answer softly. “You already gave me your 

answer.” 

Chapter 350 

“To what question?” he snaps, looking up at me and clearly working hard to contain his temper. 

“To…whether or not you want me in your life.” 

“What?” Kent breathes, appalled, leaning forward a little to stare at me like I’m crazy. 

2/4 

“I said,” I explain, starting to get pissed now because I am very aware of what happened downstairs and it makes me insane. that he either wasn’t paying attention or is playing dumb now, “that if you don’t trust me, that I have to rethink my place in the world and in your life. And you made it very clear that you don’t trust me! So!” I spread my arms wide, inviting him to figure the rest out himself. 

“Fay,” Kent groans, tilting his head back. “I trust you it’s just 

“Clearly you don’t!” I declare, crossing my arms, my voice. getting unconsciously louder. “Or else you would have told me what the hell you’re getting up to that’s going to cost all of these 

human lives!” 

“Fay!” Kent hisses, slicing a hand through the air in an attempt. to silence me and glaring towards the door. “Lower your voice! Someone will hear you!” 

I roll my eyes, sinking back into my pillows, sick of being told. what to do and when to do it and having to keep quiet in my own bedroom – the one space where I’m supposed to be able to 

Chapter 350 

expect to have a little privacy – just to adhere to his rules. 

3/4 

I turn to stare at the wall across from me, not wanting to look at him right now. Because I know that if I do, he’s just going to work his wiles on me and convince me to forgive him. 

And continue to treat me like his mistress. 

And I…I can’t do that. Not anymore. 

I hear Kent sigh and I know that he’s looking at me again. I go tense under his gaze. 

“Please,” he says, a real plea in his voice. But I still don’t look at him. “Fay, please,” he tries again, and I hear him take another step towards me. 

Still, I don’t move. 

“Fay, I’m sorry 

“You already said that tonight,” I snap, still staring at the wall, not letting myself turn towards him even though every molecule in my body wants to. “And then, at the first test of it, you repeated the exact thing that hurt me most the first time you said it.” 

“Fay, I didn’t –” 

“You did!” I snap. “You 

Chapter 350 

4/4 

“Would you let me finish a god damn sentence, Fay?” Kent growls and I snap my head to him then, glaring with every bit of strength I have, forcing myself to hate him when I know I feel precisely the opposite. 

“Not if it means letting you off the hook for treating me like I’m just the girl you’re fucking, Kent,” I say slowly, cruelly, in response. “And not something more. Which we both know I am.” 

It’s a gamble, those words. Because he’s never said more – has never told me, explicitly, that he feels anything more for me than just the mistress he signed up for with that stupid contract. 

But I know. I know it in my bones. 

And right now? He’s either going to admit it, or he’s going to lose me. Because I can’t do it anymore not when I have it on good authority that someone is coming to kill us all sometime this week. The time for playing coy is over. He either trusts me or he doesn’t. We’re either in this together? 

Or I’m leaving.