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.

wrapped his belt around his hand, a long piece of it hanging. down from his fist,

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drag across the men’s faces like

commands, his shoulders heaving. The

that Kent wants. He drops the belt, moving to the man on the left and pulling a knife from his

scream as Kent stands behind him,

to the man’s pinky finger. The

howl of horror, of pain, as

deeper.

to the spot, horrified. Though I

move, can’t stop watching. The man not being

begins to scream in panic, looking everywhere for a way out

and then –

my god

He sees me peeking through the door, fixates on me. He begins to scream in my direction and I think I can hear the words

Kent’s eyes shift to the other man

to

shut and then bolt–bolt – from

hallway.