Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 26 – Self–Control-1

Kent storms into the dining room, where the table is set for four. He sits down hard in his chair at the head of the table, waving at the place settings on either side of him.

“Remove these,” he says to the waitstaff, biting off the words in his frustration. “Have Daniel’s and Fay’s plates sent up to Fay’s room, they’ll take their supper there.”

The waitstaff give each other worried looks but silently do as they’re told. The chef comes out next, looking around the room.

“Sir?” He asks, his French accent heavy in the word. “Will y be dining alone?”

“Apparently,” Kent says, angry that Fiona isn’t here either. “Please bring it out.”

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The chef nods, impassive, and heads back into the kitchen. A few moments later he appears again with Kent’s first course – salmon tartare with a small side salad and a freshly–sliced French baguette.

Kent ignores the fish and reaches directly for the bread, slathering it with butter as he sits back in his chair and thinks.

Thinks, inevitably, about her.

God damnit, he almost couldn’t take looking at her tonight, sitting there in her bed, crying as if her heart would break. He had tried – tried to break the mood, to cajole her out of it. to

But she had just kept crying –

He grits his teeth between bites of bread, angry with himself for not being able to control himself. For wanting, even now, to dash up those stairs and so something — anything – to make her stop.

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But she was Daniel’s problem now, a right with Daniel had just asserted upstairs. Kicking him out and keeping Fay all to himself.

Kent has tried, these past few weeks. Tried to distract himself, to busy himself with his work and his plans, tried to ignore her when she walks by, the light lily scent of her shampoo drifting through the air-

The wide–eyed expressions of her face, when she’s shocked, happy, sad, angry –

when she’s angry, with that fire in her eyes, that courage she drags up from somewhere deep in her soul – he loves to prod her, to

way it felt, those few times when he lost his control, when he caught her spying on him in the basement, for instance, and chased her up the stairs, pinned her against the hall of her room, saw the passion in her,

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press her up against the wall, press the

slice of the bread

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that girl. She will be the undoing of him. She made him just lose it –

the room. He’d send them away – marry them quick, send them back to the old country to his family there, where they’d be safe

together, of her smiling at his son while she bore his children

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grits his teeth and pounds his fist against the table

plate as his

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Could he, somehow, claim her for his

at himself, then, putting his hand over his face, disgusted. What was he thinking – trying to find a way to take his son’s fiancé from him? It was unthinkable, despicable. Daniel would

in such a tight spot. Had never wanted something so badly, and yet had it so completely forbidden to him – in terms of morality, of

day passed, Kent felt his control over himself slipping, bit by bit. If he loses control of

looks at him that way. When she half–lids her eyes and pulls her lower lip into

again, forcing his mind away from

the fuck was he

open and Fiona breezes in. “Hey baby,” she says with a big smile, settling into her seat across from him. “What you couldn

and her smile falters. She can see, clearly, that he’s in a foul mood and she has

narrowing his eyes at her. “Why should I

grandfather clock on the far wall and notes that, yes – shit – she was five minutes late. Still, she tries to keep it light as the chef comes through the door again, putting her own entrée and bread in

terms in this house,” she says casually, trying a small smile. “I’m sorry, I won’t be late

miscalculated. Shit. The right choice would have been all apology – no joke. She screws her mouth shut, looking down at her plate