Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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But I can also see that the bolt is not locked.

I know it’s a mistake. I know I shouldn’t.

Even as I know these things, though, I stare at the door, consumed by my need to know more.

I take two steps closer, reaching out a hand to grip the metal handle and then, my inner voice still screaming at me to stop, I pull it open just a crack and look inside.

The noise from inside is suddenly louder without the thick door to keep it in.

I see two men facing me, strapped to chairs, fabric gags tied

across their mouths. They’re moaning, one sobbing, as they look

at something just out of my sight, terror in their eyes. As I watch, though, their torturer reveals himself.

Kent, dressed in his suit pants and an undershirt, steps into my

line of sight. My eyes take in the strong muscles of his back, the

rage that I can see pulsing through him just by the way he stands

over these men.

his hand, a long piece of it hanging. down from his fist, the

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faces like a whip, the buckle tearing

ME,” Kent commands, his shoulders

apparently not the answer that Kent wants. He drops the belt,

scream as

of the knife to

of horror, of pain, as Kent presses

deeper.

to the spot, horrified. Though I can

can’t stop

to scream in panic, looking everywhere for a way out

and then –

my god

begins to scream in my direction and I

Kent’s eyes shift to the other man

to me.

gasp and push the door shut and then bolt–bolt –

hallway.