Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 33

“I’ll go for help,” I say, rising to my knee, but he grabs my wrist.

“Fay,” he says, opening his eyes a little to squint at me. “Don’t go

anywhere. Tell no one.”

“What!?” I hiss at him, appalled. “Kent, you could die-”

“I’m not going to die,” he grumbles, forcing the words from between his clenched teeth. “This happens sometimes. It will –”

He groans before forcing out the last word in the sentence.

“Pass.” He rests his head back against the floor, squeezing his

eyes shut and grimacing in pain.

I gape at him. Is he serious? Is this honestly a common thing for

him?

“Well, what can I do to help?” I ask, still frantic.

He opens one eye and looks at me, clearly annoyed. “Go away,

what you can

he crazy? “Kent, you’re probably having a heart attack

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footsteps sound in the hall below. He freezes, tries to sit up, and then groans in pain as he cannot. “Fine,” he says, looking at me. “You want to help? Get

“What!?”

growls, trying again to sit

and hook my hands in his armpits. Then, I heave with all my might, pulling him towards the open

heavy groan. “The door,” he

as

will happen to me if people discover the

room.

Kent’s breath softens. The horrible,

lines. He’s still sweaty and exhausted but he was right.

I venture after a

breathing.

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his

I hesitate. “Are you sure you don’t want me to call

someone? A doctor?”

hooking his arms around his knees for support, and then straight at me.

he can tell by my face that I think he’s definitely wrong. He

I think – and