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.

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

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,

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

that I’ve been

one comes out

a kind of snap, and then a muffled groan. Unable to stop myself, I consider the door from which the sound is coming. It’s thick, made of iron, with no

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also see that the bolt is not

mistake. I know I shouldn’t.

as I know these 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 crack and look inside.

suddenly louder without the thick door to keep it in.

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

in the strong muscles of his back,

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

tremble before him, crying. They shake their heads no, but this is apparently not the answer that Kent wants. He drops the belt, moving to the man on the left

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

stop watching. The man not being cut begins

and then –

god

on me. He sees me peeking through the door, fixates on me. He begins to scream in my direction and I think I can

Kent’s eyes shift to the other

shut and then bolt –

I thought I could go as I scramble up the stairs, sprint across the kitchen, pull open the

my god, I think, he’s

he kidnapped me – but now? The truth feels like it has hit home inside of

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

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Gifts

20 – Danger makes me want

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 phone!”