Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Gifts

Chapter 6 – Who Is She–1

Kent sees the blade just in time, whipping up his hand to intercept it.

The blade slips between his fingers and then drags down his palm, cutting his skin, but just the surface. Growling, Kent grabs Fay’s fist and twists, trapping the knife between their palms, wrenching her wrist back so that she feels the bones grind together.

Fay cries out, her body bending to follow her wrist, desperate to keep it from snapping. Kay holds her at his mercy as she gasps for pain and looks up at him with wide eyes. His anger turns to mercy in that moment and he huffs a laugh at the girl.

She’s just a frightened little thing.

“Clever girl, carrying a knife” Kent says. “To bad you don’t know how to use it. But we’re not going to do that again, are we, Fay?”

Fay nods, desperate, and Kent lets her go. Fay falls back against the table, gripping her wrist with her other hand, hissing with relief. She looks around on the floor for her knife, but it’s still in Kent’s hand. Quietly, he slips it into his pocket.

Kent takes a moment to study this delicate, beautiful girl. His second in command had wanted to come to this club tonight to check on some business, but Kent’s eyes had gone immediately to Fay as Dean dragged her across the floor to the black door of the Champagne Room.

But now he was in a bind. Dean was a punk, but he wasn’t unconnected. He ran the best strip club in the city and he used his gang connections to exploit his dancers and take their cash. Kent couldn’t take one of his girls away without making waves with Dean’s boss.

If the other bosses knew how quickly Kent had acted to save her, they would see Fay as a weakness, something they could threaten to get what they wanted.

Kent ground his teeth, knowing that there was only one option now. If he didn’t protect her now, she’d be dragged right to the bottom of the underworld, fast.

Kent snaps his head to his second and nods to the girl in front of him. Then, he turns on his heel and walks out of the room.

Behind him, Kent can hear Fay’s protest as his second heaves her over his shoulder in a fireman carry and then quickly follows

Kent.

“What? Hey!” she exclaims, and then “Please!”

Kent turns to glare at his second, who gives Fay a rough shake. She shuts her mouth, then, though Kent hears a whimper escape her lips. He steels himself against the sound.

work of minutes to get out of the club. Nobody says a word to stop the Mafia King from carrying a girl out the front door.

is waiting out front, his second’s behind it. For safety, Kent never has less than two

off as the second places

in the front seat of the first car and

around to the driver’s side of

the other car.

he opens the driver’s door and climbs in, making plans for what to do with this unexpected new burden. He

he’s surprised by the sound of her

her

gulps in fear. He sees her jump, almost, at the force of his glare. But

taking me?”

eyes to the road.

says. “They’ve got my sister back there –

a note of

whispers, “I didn’t mean any harm at the prison – or here

didn’t do anything,” he says, turning onto

voice is frantic when she tries again. “Are you…are you taking me to a brothel?”

– Who Is She–2

disgust and confusion. She’s shaking like a

off

dark little laugh. He just saved this girl from Dean, and here she is accusing him of doing precisely what Dean was going to do. Shaking his head, Kent concentrates

was too delicate for

dipping to the floor to grab something, but assumes she dropped a piece of her jewelry.

he hears the whirring of a mechanism next to him. What was that

lighter, bringing it so close to her perfect face that he can smell the delicate peach fuzz

flinching at the pain of the

“Fay!” He roars.

“Or I swear to god. I’ll

forward, slamming her ribs into

car’s skid, ensuring they

behind, and then throws

pain, her eyes shut, pressing one hand to her ribs. Kent grinds his teeth, frustrated, glancing over her to determine if anything is truly damaged –