Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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“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,

you can

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

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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 me into your

“What!?”

again to

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

fully in my room, I drop him and he collapses again on the floor with a heavy groan. “The door,” he murmurs, and I

the floor as

horrible minutes pass when I consider what the hell will happen to me if people discover the Mafia Boss’s dead body in my

room.

Kent’s breath softens. The horrible,

disappears and his face takes on its normal lines. He’s still sweaty

I venture after a

breathing.

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open his eyes.

“Are you sure you

someone? A doctor?”

knees for support, and

by my face that

– and pauses before