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.

to listen. I don’t hear a sound. Tentatively, I put a foot on

phone, which is sitting on the leather chair. Then, for good measure, I pop the VHS out of the VCR and put it back in its black casing, which

I begin to creep back

terrified that I’ve been caught.

one comes out to scold me.

a kind of snap, and then a muffled groan. Unable to stop myself, I consider the door from which

– Danger makes

want to…-2

see that

know it’s a mistake. I know I shouldn’t.

stare at the

take two steps closer, reaching out a hand to grip the metal handle and then, my inner voice still screaming at me to stop, I

suddenly louder without the thick door to

mouths. They’re moaning, one sobbing, as they look at something just out of my sight, terror in their eyes.

suit pants and an undershirt, steps into my line of sight. My eyes take in the strong muscles of his back, the rage that I can see pulsing through him just by the way he stands over these

his hand, a long piece of it hanging down from his fist, the buckle dangling. As I watch, Kent rips his

his shoulders heaving. The men tremble before him, crying. They shake their heads no, but this is apparently not the answer that

Kent stands behind him, pressing the sharp edge of the knife to the man’s pinky finger.

I can feel myself trembling, I can’t move, can’t stop watching. The man not being cut begins to scream in panic, looking everywhere for a way out

and then –

my god

scream in my direction and I think I can hear the

Kent’s eyes shift to the other man and then move

and push the door shut and then

the kitchen, pull open the

god, I think, he’s a monster,

feels like it has hit home inside of me, after seeing that scene in the Mafia

room, my fingers inches from my doorknob, when something grabs me around

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Gifts

makes

to get free, but he holds me fast. 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 you

rationale for being there. “I forgot my