Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Gifts

Chapter 20 – Danger makes me

want to…-1

My heart pounding, I press the stop button on the remote as fast as I can and return my wide eyes to Kent, who is still looking at

1. me.

Please, please, please. By all that is holy, let him not have seen me watching his sex tape.

“What are you doing in here,” he asks, angry.

“Um,” I say, terrified, hoping he doesn’t pick up on the tremor in my voice. “Fiona brought me here? Said I could look through some…” my eyes dart around the room for an answer that is not porn. “Some family photo albums? And home videos?”

He narrows his eyes at me, his eyes flicking to the pile of vintage Playboys on the floor. “She shouldn’t have brought you down here,” he says, moving aside so that I can leave the room. I quickly get to my feet, flicking the power button on the remote so that the TV goes blank.

Then, dropping the remote, I scurry out of the room, praying with all my might that Kent does not go back in to see what tape

is in the VCR.

He closes the door behind me as I head for the steps. “Go upstairs,” he says. “Don’t come down here.”

Glad to obey, I hurry out into the kitchen, heaving a sigh of

phone.

My hand slides over smooth denim. I stop dead in my tracks, panicked, and pat all over my body looking for it. Then, slowly, I turn back towards the little door. I definitely felt it in my back pocket when we left the patio…

God damnit. My phone must have fallen out in the weird porn

room.

Steeling myself, I know I have to go back. If my dad or Janeen ever called I didn’t have it – I’d just die with guilt.

don’t hear a sound. Tentatively, I put

little room and grab my phone, which is sitting on the leather chair. Then, for good measure, I pop the VHS out of the VCR and put it back

behind me. I begin to creep back along the hallway when I

terrified that I’ve

comes out

kind of snap, and then a muffled groan. Unable to stop myself, I

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want to…-2

that the bolt is

know it’s a mistake. I know I

at the door, consumed by my

grip the metal handle and then, my inner voice still screaming at me to stop, I pull

louder without the thick door to keep

see two men facing me, strapped to chairs, fabric gags tied across their mouths. They’re moaning, one sobbing, as they look at something just out of my sight, terror in their eyes. As

and an undershirt, steps into my line of sight. My eyes take in the strong muscles of his back, the rage

long piece of it hanging down from his fist, the buckle

They shake their heads no, but this is apparently not the answer

the knife to the man’s pinky finger. The scream turns to a howl of horror, of pain,

to the spot, horrified. Though I can feel myself trembling, I can’t move, can’t stop watching.

and then –

my god

the door, fixates on me. He begins to scream in my direction and I think I can hear the

the other man and then move directly

gasp and push the door shut and then bolt

could go as I scramble up the stairs, sprint across the kitchen, pull open the

god, I think, he’s a

him, then again when he kidnapped me – but now? The truth feels like it has hit home inside of me, after

the stairs and throw myself towards my room, my fingers inches from my doorknob, when something

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Gifts

20 – Danger makes me want to…-3

He grabs me by the hair at the back of my neck, forcing my head back, my face turned up towards his. I pant, in his arms, pinned against him, finally still. “What did I tell

my rationale for being there. “I forgot my