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.

sound. Tentatively, I put a

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

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

dead, terrified that I’ve

out 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

– Danger makes

want to…-2

I can also see that the bolt

a mistake.

I know these things, though, I stare at the door, consumed by

inner voice still screaming at me to stop,

louder without the thick door to keep

facing me, strapped to chairs, fabric gags tied across their mouths. They’re moaning, one sobbing, as they

strong muscles of his back, the rage that I can see pulsing through him just by the way

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

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

of the knife to the man’s pinky finger. The scream

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

and then –

my god –

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

shift to the other man and then

then bolt – bolt –

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

my god, I think, he’s a monster,

like it has hit home inside of me, after seeing that scene in

from my doorknob, when something grabs me around my waist, hauling me back against a

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Gifts

Danger makes me

but he holds me fast. He grabs me by the hair at the back of my neck, forcing my head back, my face turned

remembering my rationale for being