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,

you can do.”

stare at him. Was he crazy? “Kent,

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as he cannot. “Fine,” he says, looking at me. “You want to help? Get me into your room.”

“What!?”

trying again to sit up. “Just help

hook my hands in his armpits. Then, I heave with all my might, pulling him towards the open door to my room. Kent helps as much as he can, pushing with his feet to speed

groan. “The door,” he murmurs,

the floor as he

consider what the hell will happen to me if people discover the Mafia Boss’s dead

room.

Kent’s

normal lines. He’s still sweaty and exhausted but he

you okay?” I venture after a few minutes of calm

breathing.

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his

hesitate. “Are you sure you don’t

someone? A doctor?”

hooking his arms around his knees for support, and

him, and I’m sure he can tell by my face that I think

I think – and pauses before he