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.

the kitchen, pulling it open a crack to listen. I don’t hear a sound. Tentatively, I put a foot on

for good measure, I pop the VHS out of

shut the door behind me. I begin to creep back along the

stop dead, terrified that I’ve been caught.

one comes out

Unable to stop myself, I consider the door from which the sound is

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also see that the bolt is not

mistake. I know I

at the door, consumed

the metal handle and then, my inner voice still screaming at me to stop, I pull it open just a crack and look

without

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

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 men.

it hanging down from his fist, the buckle dangling. As I watch, Kent rips his fist to the side letting the belt

is apparently not the answer that Kent wants. He drops the belt, moving to the man on the

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

I can’t move, can’t stop watching. The man not being cut begins to scream

and then –

god –

eyes fix on me. He sees me peeking through the door, fixates on me. He begins to scream in my direction and I think I can hear the words “help! HELP!” reverberate through

other man and then move

the door shut and then bolt

across the kitchen, pull open the kitchen door and

think, he’s

The truth feels like it has hit home inside of

of the stairs and throw myself towards my room, my fingers inches from my doorknob, when something grabs me around my waist, hauling

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Gifts

makes

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

remembering my rationale for