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.”

he crazy? “Kent, you’re probably having

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He freezes, tries to sit up, and then groans in pain as

“What!?”

saying what,” he growls, trying again to sit up. “Just

get to my feet. I move behind Kent as he sits up and 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

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

floor as

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

room.

Kent’s breath softens. The

lines. He’s still sweaty and exhausted but he

okay?” I venture after a

breathing.

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open his eyes. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure you don’t

someone? A doctor?”

on my floor, hooking his arms around his knees for support,

stare at him, and I’m sure he can tell by my face that I think he’s definitely wrong.

I think – and pauses before he speaks.