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

grab my phone, which is sitting on the leather chair. Then, for good measure, I pop the VHS out of the

mouse, shut the door behind me. I begin to creep back along the hallway when I

that I’ve been caught.

no one comes out to

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

– Danger

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can also see that the bolt

it’s a mistake. I know

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

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

inside is suddenly louder without the thick door to keep it in.

chairs, fabric gags tied across their mouths. They’re moaning, one sobbing, as they look at something just out of my

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

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

is apparently not the answer

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

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

and then –

my god

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

a change, Kent’s eyes shift to the other

gasp and push the door shut and then bolt – bolt – from

sprint across the kitchen, pull open the kitchen door and then use the banister to propel myself up the main stairs

my god, I think, he’s a monster,

feels like it has hit home inside of me, after seeing

my doorknob, when something grabs me around my waist,

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Gifts

Danger makes

holds me fast. He grabs me by the hair at the back of my neck, forcing my head

remembering my rationale for