Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 135

And considering my two “dates” this evening, I definitely know which one I preferred.

I climb groaning into bed, pulling my covers up over me, still shaken from my experiences but starting to feel better. Just before I drift off to sleep, I grab my phone –

Not the Kent phone, the burner. The one Janeen gave me.

And I type in Ivan’s number, and send him a quick text to say goodnight.

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Half an hour has passed since Fay left the room, and Kent is still laying on the floor, crippled with pain and anxiety. He presses his eyes closed against it, wanting – quite desperately – to be anywhere else, to be anyone else.

God damn it, but he hates himself right now. Hates every choice he’s ever made that has led him here, to this – to laying in his underwear on the floor of his secret room, feeling like the absolute worst person on earth.

Because he knows he’s made a mistake – that none of this is what he wanted, or how he wanted it, with Fay. But for the life of him, he doesn’t know how to not do precisely this.

As he considers that idea, Kent scolds himself, because – obviously – he knows how to not do this. He’s had sex with women in much simpler ways – normal sex, good sex, in a bed without ropes and chains. Not every woman he’s ever brought home has been locked up in this room, restrained for him. He doesn’t need the kink to have sex – sometimes it’s just an extra, a bonus that allows him to explore his obsession with control.

Because that’s what it’s all about, after all, Kent thinks ruefully. Control. Everything is about control – controlling his life, his world, the underworld, his business ventures, the threats to his power and everything he and his family have built. He has to keep a tight fist around all of it – absolutely all of it – or it will fall apart.

And Fay –

Somehow, fucking Fay –

This wisp of a girl, this tiny, naïve, coltish thing who knows absolutely nothing about this world –

Somehow, she is the thing that threatened to undo it all. Because she makes him absolutely lose control. With her, he has no idea what he will do next.

And so Kent lays for hours on that floor, trapped, stuck like a bug pinned to a board, torn between opposing forces. The first desire, the stronger one, is to let it all collapse as he takes her in his arms. That desire’s insidious twin, however, still whispers into his ear that if he just pushes a little harder…he can break her. Make her fall in line. That he can have her in his world, just as he likes her – that he can make her fit.

Kent agonizes over it, truly torn over the question of which path to take, because he knows that these are the only two paths in his life. Because any option that keeps Fay out of his life…

Well. It’s just not an option. Not anymore.

Kent has to come up with a plan. But all the while that he agonizes over his two options, a voice murmurs in the back of his mind that neither of these options really considers the true threat of the situation:

The very real possibility that Fay will break him first.

And take it all for herself.