Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 44

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.

scurry out of the room, praying with all my might

the VCR.

as I head for the steps.

he says. “Don’t come down

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forward to going to my room so I can bury my nose into a very different kind of book, my hand sliding

dead in my tracks, panicked, and pat all over my body looking for it. Then, slowly, I turn

damnit. My phone must have fallen out

room.

know I have to go back. If my dad or Janeen ever called

to the little door in the kitchen, pulling it

I don’t hear a

creek. Nothing. Then, silently, I hurry

and

let myself back into the little room and grab my phone, which is sitting on the leather chair. Then, for good measure, I

VCR and put it back in its

There, good. Now no one

the room and, quiet as a mouse, shut the door behind

back along the hallway when I hear something