Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Gifts

Chapter 20 – Danger makes me

want to…-1

My heart pounding, I press the stop button on the remote as fast as I can and return my wide eyes to Kent, who is still looking at

1. me.

Please, please, please. By all that is holy, let him not have seen me watching his sex tape.

“What are you doing in here,” he asks, angry.

“Um,” I say, terrified, hoping he doesn’t pick up on the tremor in my voice. “Fiona brought me here? Said I could look through some…” my eyes dart around the room for an answer that is not porn. “Some family photo albums? And home videos?”

He narrows his eyes at me, his eyes flicking to the pile of vintage Playboys on the floor. “She shouldn’t have brought you down here,” he says, moving aside so that I can leave the room. I quickly get to my feet, flicking the power button on the remote so that the TV goes blank.

Then, dropping the remote, I scurry out of the room, praying with all my might that Kent does not go back in to see what tape

is in the VCR.

He closes the door behind me as I head for the steps. “Go upstairs,” he says. “Don’t come down here.”

Glad to obey, I hurry out into the kitchen, heaving a sigh of

phone.

My hand slides over smooth denim. I stop dead in my tracks, panicked, and pat all over my body looking for it. Then, slowly, I turn back towards the little door. I definitely felt it in my back pocket when we left the patio…

God damnit. My phone must have fallen out in the weird porn

room.

Steeling myself, I know I have to go back. If my dad or Janeen ever called I didn’t have it – I’d just die with guilt.

walk back to the little door in the kitchen, pulling it open a crack to listen. I don’t hear a sound. Tentatively, I put a foot on the step,

I pop the VHS out of the

me. I begin to creep back along the hallway when I hear

dead, terrified that I’ve been caught.

comes out to scold

a muffled groan. Unable to stop myself, I consider the door

20 – Danger

want to…-2

see that the bolt

mistake. I

as I know these things, though, I stare at the door, consumed by my need to

take two steps closer, reaching out a hand to grip the metal handle and then, my inner voice still screaming at

inside is suddenly louder without the thick

They’re moaning, one sobbing, as they look at something just out of my sight, terror in

the strong muscles of his back, the

it hanging down from his fist, the buckle dangling. As I watch, Kent rips his fist to

but this is apparently not the answer that Kent

the knife to the man’s pinky finger. The scream turns to a howl of horror, of

I can feel myself trembling, I can’t move, can’t stop watching. The man not being cut begins to scream in panic, looking everywhere for a

and then –

my god

on me. He sees me peeking through the door, fixates on me. He begins to scream in my direction and I think I can hear the words “help! HELP!” reverberate through the

other man and then

shut and then bolt

open the kitchen door and then use the banister to propel myself up the main stairs two steps at a time.

my god, I think, he’s a monster,

when he kidnapped me – but now? The truth feels like it has hit home inside of

myself towards my room, my fingers inches from my doorknob, when something

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Gifts

20 – Danger makes me want

he holds me fast. He grabs me by the hair at the back of my neck, forcing my head back, my face turned up towards his. I pant,

rationale for