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.

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

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the men’s faces

his shoulders

but this is apparently not the answer that Kent wants. He drops the belt, moving to the man on the left

man starts to scream as Kent stands behind him,

sharp edge of the knife to the man’s

howl of horror, of

deeper.

the spot, horrified. Though I can feel

can’t move, can’t stop

scream in panic, looking everywhere for a way

and then –

god –

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

shift to the other man

to me.

door shut and then bolt–bolt – from the

hallway.