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.

listen. I don’t hear a sound. Tentatively, I put a foot on the step, waiting for a creek. Nothing. Then, silently, I hurry

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 slide back on the shelf. There, good.

quiet as a mouse, shut the door behind me. I begin to creep back along the hallway when I hear something to my left.

terrified that I’ve been

no one comes out to scold me.

the sound again to my left, a kind of snap, and then a muffled groan. Unable to stop myself, I consider the door from

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want to…-2

can also see that the bolt is not locked.

it’s a mistake. I know I

stare at the door, consumed by

inner voice still screaming at me to stop, I pull it open just a crack

from inside is suddenly louder without the thick

me, strapped to chairs, fabric gags tied across their mouths. They’re moaning, one sobbing, as they look at something just

sight. My eyes take in the strong muscles of his back, the rage that I can see pulsing through him just by the

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

but this is apparently not the answer that Kent wants. He drops the belt,

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

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

and then –

my god –

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 the

shift to the other man and then move directly to me.

then bolt – bolt – from the

moves me faster than I 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

think, he’s a monster,

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

my room, my fingers inches from my doorknob, when something grabs me around my waist, hauling me back against a

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Gifts

– Danger makes

of my neck, forcing my head back, my face turned up towards his. I

rationale for being there. “I forgot my