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.

to get out of the club. Nobody says a word to stop the Mafia King from carrying a girl out the

waiting out front, his second’s behind it. For safety, Kent never has less than two cars in his entourage.

cut off

the front seat of the first

around to the driver’s side of the Escalade

the other

he opens the driver’s door and climbs in, making plans for what to do with this unexpected

by the sound of her

her voice breathy.

her wide, beautiful eyes, the movement of her throat as she gulps in fear. He sees her jump, almost, at the force of his glare. But then she steels herself.

you taking me?” she

his eyes to the road.

she says. “They’ve got my sister back

a note of it in his mind.

harm at the

says,

frantic when she tries again. “Are

6 – Who

confusion. She’s shaking like a leaf in his front

off

just saved this girl from Dean, and here she is accusing him of doing precisely what Dean was going

girl was too delicate for his world.

to the floor to grab something, but assumes she dropped a

hears the whirring of a mechanism next to him. What was that

to see Fay with a lit lighter, bringing it so close to her perfect face that he can smell the delicate peach fuzz of her cheek burning –

flinching at the pain

“Fay!” He roars.

she vells. “Or I swear to god.

her ribs into the dashboard, slipping down

car’s skid, ensuring they don’t

cars, that they’re not rammed from behind, and then

Kent grinds his teeth, frustrated, glancing over her