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.

hanging. down from his fist, the buckle dangling. As I watch,

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belt drag across the men’s faces like a whip, the buckle tearing the flesh of their cheeks.

ME,” Kent commands, his shoulders heaving.

Kent wants. He drops the belt, moving to the

man starts to scream as

knife to

to a howl of horror, of pain, as Kent presses the blade

deeper.

the spot, horrified. Though I can

move, can’t stop watching. The man not

panic, looking everywhere for a way

and then –

god

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

change, Kent’s eyes shift to the other man and then

directly to me.

door shut and then

hallway.