Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 340

Chapter 340

I'm the first one to crack.

I thought I could be stubborn. I thought I could be cold.

But two whole days pass with Kent ignoring me completely, and as night falls at the end of that second day I'm an absolute mess.

And I guess...well, ignoring me completely isn't quite right. Kent has given me every opportunity to give in, or to apologize, or to tell him that he's right, or to agree to his terms in our relationship. He has created opportunities for me to agree to the idea that he has all the power and I'm not allowed to ask any questions.

At breakfast yesterday and today, Kent came and placed my plate in front of me, as he always does. And then he leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest, and stared at me.

Which pissed me off. A lot. So both mornings, I just pushed the plate of food away and picked up my coffee, ignoring him and having a liquid breakfast before driving myself to the stables and spending all day there alone with Healthcliff. Both days I stayed until it was dark, until Jerome came and got me, shaking his head at me and not asking any questions.

Both evenings, as I climbed the stairs, I saw that the door to Kent's office was open, which it never is at this time, and that the lights were on, which they never are. And I could hear him.

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It might not be obvious to anyone else in the house, but to me the invitation is clear: I'm here, if you're ready to give in.

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But until now, until I've been sitting on my bed staring angrily at the wall for forty- five minutes, I've been able to resist.

"Okay," Daniel says, clapping his hands and making me jump and look at him. "What is wrong with you, Fay?" he asks, shaking his head at me in wonder.

"Your dad's a dick." I answer sharply, turning away from him to stare at the wall again.

"Yeah," he says, frustrated. "No shit, Fay. What did he do?"

"Nothing." I snap, not wanting to bring him into this.

"Seriously?" Daniel asks, coming to sit next to me. "He did nothing?"

"I already told you," I say, turning to look at him, my face expressionless. "He was a dick."

Daniel shakes his head at me slowly. "I believe you, Fay," he says after a minute. "But if you two are playing some kind of game of chicken here? Each waiting for the other one to apologize first?" Slowly, he shakes his head. "You are not going to win."

I glare at Daniel, newly renewed in my determination to literally never speak to Kent ever again if that's what this takes.

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Daniel correctly interprets the expression on my face and just laughs at me a little, patting my leg before standing up and heading for the bathroom, probably to take a shower. "I'm serious, Fay," he says as he goes. "If you think you're stubborn? Kent's got 10 times what you've gol. You are not going to win."

I turn to look at him, hoping to hell he's not right. Because I...I can't take this much longer.

Especially if we're all going to die this week, according to Ivan. Is this seriously how we're going to spend our final days, when we could be doing something to prevent this? I sigh, exhausted, worried, overwhelmed.

"Apologize, Fay," Daniel says, pausing by the door and shaking his head at me. "Even if you don't mean it. Kent just wants you to crack first. He'll give in."

"How do you know that?" I ask, shaking my head at Daniel. "Has ever done that for you?"

"No," Daniel says with a shrug before passing into the bathroom. "But he's not obsessed with me."

My mouth falls open to ask what the hell he means by that, but the door closes before I can ask anything.

And then, acting more on my desire to stop feeling so incredibly horrible than anything else, I stand up and move immediately to my wardrobe. There, I pull together an outfit that doesn't really make sense.

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for black satin panels over the breasts which barely come up to cover my nipples.

Because if I'm going to eat crow in front of Kent? I'm damn well going to look good while I do it.

And then I pull a pair of jeans on over the body suit, because I have to walk through the house and I can't...well, I can't walk through the house in my underwear.

I pull on a pair of black heels without letting myself think too much about the whole look. Then, stopping only for a little bit of eyeliner and to run a brush through my hair, I slip out of my door and hurriedly walk down the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible.

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