Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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I look both ways, realizing that I actually know very little about

this house. There’s a linen closet next to my room, and then on

the other side there’s Daniel’s room. Beyond that is the room that Fiona used, and then some other guest rooms.

I blink, realizing that–really–I have no idea where Kent sleeps.

A smirk crosses my face as I wonder if he hangs from the rafters

like some kind of evil bat. That would suit his personality, for sure.

Thinking of the rafters, though, my eyes travel up the next set of stairs, which wind slowly upwards beyond my room.

I had asked Fiona, once, where they went, but she had dismissed

the question off–hand, telling me there was nothing up there but a whole bunch of junk in storage.

I consider this for a second, mulling over her words. What kind of

of the family heirlooms and

were kept downstairs in that little room

did they keep upstairs?

–

any evidence of prying eyes and then tiptoe forward, heading up the

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a landing at the top. Instead, there’s just an ugly brown plywood door, its shabby material clearly at odds with the fine woodworking in the rest of the

a hand, firmly grasping the round knob, and give it a twist – but

I drop my hand and screw my mouth to the side. I make a mental note to ask Daniel what’s up there and, also, to look up some basic lock

I might as well explore those below. Without

it either. Instead, I simply glide through as if

little white door,

me going by.

reach the hallway below, I realize that this place doesn’t hold any terror for me anymore. My experiences yesterday got rid of those, replacing them with…well, with a

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consider this, for a moment consider whether that’s healthy, really. Honestly, a girl like me should have