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.

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

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 the

door behind me. I begin to

terrified that

one comes out to scold

to stop myself, I consider the door from which the sound is

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can also see that the bolt is

a mistake.

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

the metal handle and then, my inner

inside is suddenly louder without the thick door to

across their mouths. They’re moaning, one sobbing, as they look at

take in the strong muscles of his back, the rage that I can see pulsing through him just by the way he stands over these

wrapped his belt around his hand, a long piece of it hanging down from his fist, the buckle dangling. As I watch, Kent rips his fist to the side letting the belt

heads no, but this is apparently not the answer that Kent wants. He drops the

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

stop watching. The man not being cut

and then –

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!”

eyes shift to the other

and push the door shut and then

go as I scramble up the stairs, sprint across the kitchen, pull open the kitchen door and then use the banister

think, he’s

me – but now? The truth feels like it has

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

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my neck, forcing my head back, my face turned up towards his. I pant, in his arms, pinned against him, finally still. “What did I tell you to do, Fay?”

gasp, remembering my rationale for being there. “I