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.

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

myself back 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

I begin to creep back along the hallway when I hear something

that

out

left, a kind of snap, and then a muffled groan. Unable to stop myself,

Danger makes

want to…-2

see that the bolt is not locked.

mistake. I

I know these things, though, I stare at the

and then, my inner voice still screaming

suddenly louder without the thick

fabric gags tied across their mouths. They’re moaning, one sobbing, as they look at something

eyes take in the strong muscles of his back, the rage that I can see pulsing

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

before him, crying. They shake their heads no, but this is apparently not the answer that

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 blade deeper.

Though I can feel myself trembling, I can’t move, can’t stop watching. The man not being cut begins to

and then –

god

the door, fixates on me. He begins to scream in my direction and I think I can

other man and

and then bolt –

the kitchen, pull open the kitchen door and then use the banister to propel myself up the main stairs two

my god, I think, he’s a monster,

truth feels like it has hit home inside of me, after seeing that scene in the Mafia King’s basement.

reach the top of the stairs and throw myself towards my room, my fingers inches from my doorknob, when something grabs me around my

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Gifts

makes me

at the back of my neck, forcing my head

remembering my rationale for being there. “I forgot my