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.

a crack to listen. I don’t hear a sound. Tentatively, I put a foot on the step, waiting for a creek. Nothing. Then, silently, I hurry

into the little room and grab my phone, which is sitting on the leather chair. Then, for good measure, I pop the VHS out of the VCR and put it back in its black casing, which I slide back on the shelf. There, good. Now no one will ever know.

behind me. I begin to creep back along the hallway when I hear something to my left.

dead, terrified that I’ve been

comes out to scold me.

groan. Unable to stop myself, I

Danger makes me

want to…-2

I can also see that

know it’s a mistake. I know

at the door, consumed by my

then, my inner voice still

louder without the thick door to keep it in.

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,

into my line of sight. My eyes take in the strong muscles of his

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

but this is apparently not the answer that Kent wants. He drops

Kent stands behind him, pressing the sharp edge of the knife to the man’s pinky finger. The scream turns to a howl of horror, of pain, as Kent presses

the spot, horrified. Though I can feel myself trembling, I can’t move, can’t stop watching. The

and then –

my god –

on me. He begins to scream in my direction and I think

shift to the other man

push the door shut and then bolt

scramble up the stairs, sprint across the kitchen, pull open the kitchen door and

he’s

– but now? The truth feels like it has hit home inside of

and throw myself towards my room, my fingers inches from my doorknob, when something grabs me around my waist, hauling me

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Gifts

makes me want

the back of my neck, forcing my head

gasp, remembering my rationale for being there. “I forgot my