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.

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

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

door behind me. I begin to creep back along the hallway when

that I’ve been

one comes out to scold

again to my left, a kind of snap, and then a muffled groan. Unable to stop myself, I consider the door from which the sound is coming. It’s thick, made of iron,

20 – Danger makes

want to…-2

I can also see that the bolt is not

mistake. I

things, though, I stare at the door, consumed by my need

two steps closer, reaching out a hand to grip the metal handle and then, my inner voice still screaming at me to stop, I pull it open just a

noise from inside is suddenly louder without the thick door to keep

men facing me, strapped to chairs, fabric gags tied across their mouths. They’re moaning, one sobbing, as they look at something just out

line of sight. My eyes take in the strong muscles of his back, the rage that I can

his fist, the buckle

tremble before him, crying. They shake their heads no, but this is apparently not the answer that Kent wants. He drops

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

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

and then –

god

to scream in my direction and I think I can hear the words “help! HELP!” reverberate

shift to the other man

push the door shut and then bolt – bolt –

pull open the kitchen door and then use the

my god, I think, he’s a

The truth feels like it has

my doorknob, when something grabs me

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Gifts

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hair at the back of my neck, forcing my head back, my face turned up towards his. I pant, in his

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