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.

a sound. Tentatively, I put a foot on the

measure, I pop the VHS out of the VCR and put it back in its black casing, which

the room and, quiet as a mouse, shut the door behind me. I begin to

stop dead, terrified that I’ve been

out to scold

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

– Danger

want to…-2

also see that the bolt

a mistake.

as I know these things, though, I stare at the door, consumed by my need to

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

is suddenly louder without

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

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

hanging down from his fist, the buckle dangling. As I watch, Kent rips

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

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

Though I can feel myself trembling, I can’t move, can’t stop watching. The man not being cut begins to scream in

and then –

my god

me. He begins to scream in my direction and I think I can hear the words

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

door shut and then bolt – bolt –

thought I could go as I scramble up the stairs, sprint across the kitchen, pull open the kitchen door and then use the banister to propel myself up the main stairs two steps at

think, he’s a monster, he’s a

it has hit home inside of me, after

from my doorknob, when something grabs me around my waist,

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Gifts

Danger makes me

by the hair at the back of my neck, forcing my head back, my face turned up towards his.

for being there. “I