Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Gifts

Chapter 6 – Who Is She–1

Kent sees the blade just in time, whipping up his hand to intercept it.

The blade slips between his fingers and then drags down his palm, cutting his skin, but just the surface. Growling, Kent grabs Fay’s fist and twists, trapping the knife between their palms, wrenching her wrist back so that she feels the bones grind together.

Fay cries out, her body bending to follow her wrist, desperate to keep it from snapping. Kay holds her at his mercy as she gasps for pain and looks up at him with wide eyes. His anger turns to mercy in that moment and he huffs a laugh at the girl.

She’s just a frightened little thing.

“Clever girl, carrying a knife” Kent says. “To bad you don’t know how to use it. But we’re not going to do that again, are we, Fay?”

Fay nods, desperate, and Kent lets her go. Fay falls back against the table, gripping her wrist with her other hand, hissing with relief. She looks around on the floor for her knife, but it’s still in Kent’s hand. Quietly, he slips it into his pocket.

Kent takes a moment to study this delicate, beautiful girl. His second in command had wanted to come to this club tonight to check on some business, but Kent’s eyes had gone immediately to Fay as Dean dragged her across the floor to the black door of the Champagne Room.

But now he was in a bind. Dean was a punk, but he wasn’t unconnected. He ran the best strip club in the city and he used his gang connections to exploit his dancers and take their cash. Kent couldn’t take one of his girls away without making waves with Dean’s boss.

If the other bosses knew how quickly Kent had acted to save her, they would see Fay as a weakness, something they could threaten to get what they wanted.

Kent ground his teeth, knowing that there was only one option now. If he didn’t protect her now, she’d be dragged right to the bottom of the underworld, fast.

Kent snaps his head to his second and nods to the girl in front of him. Then, he turns on his heel and walks out of the room.

Behind him, Kent can hear Fay’s protest as his second heaves her over his shoulder in a fireman carry and then quickly follows

Kent.

“What? Hey!” she exclaims, and then “Please!”

Kent turns to glare at his second, who gives Fay a rough shake. She shuts her mouth, then, though Kent hears a whimper escape her lips. He steels himself against the sound.

a word to stop the Mafia King from carrying a girl out

behind it. For safety,

off as the second places

of the first car and

to the driver’s side

moves to the

mind is whirring as he opens the driver’s door and climbs in, making plans for what to do with this unexpected new burden. He peels out onto the

he’s surprised by the sound

says, her voice breathy.

movement of her throat as she gulps in fear.

taking me?” she demands.

eyes to

me go,” she says. “They’ve got my sister back there – I don’t know what they’ll

makes a note of it in his

tries again. “Please let me go,” she whispers, “I didn’t mean any harm at the prison – or here –

didn’t do anything,” he says, turning onto a side

when she tries again. “Are you…are you taking

Who Is

her, his brow furrowed with disgust and confusion. She’s shaking like a leaf in his front seat. “Why would I take you to a brothel,

Pay off my debt.

saved this girl from Dean, and here she is accusing him of doing precisely

was too delicate

Fay moving in the seat next to him, dipping to the floor to grab something, but assumes

quiet for a moment until – click click – he hears the whirring of

is shocked to see Fay with a lit lighter, bringing it so close to her perfect face that he can smell the

she demands, her voice shaking, flinching at the pain of the lighter against her

“Fay!” He roars.

“Or I swear

stop and Fay flies forward, slamming her ribs into the dashboard, slipping down to

car’s skid, ensuring

they’re not rammed from behind, and then throws the car in park, spinning towards the girl.

hand to her ribs. Kent grinds his teeth,