Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 44 

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.” 

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Glad to obey, I hurry out into the kitchen, heaving a sigh of relief. I head back towards the main part of the house, looking forward to going to my room so I can bury my nose into a very different kind of book, my hand sliding to the back pocket of my jeans to check on my 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. 

On tiptoes, I walk back to the little door in the kitchen, pulling it 

open 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 

down the stairs and through the hallway. 

I let 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 VCR and put it back in its black casing, which I slide 

back on the shelf. There, good. Now no one will ever know. 

I leave the room and, quiet as a mouse, shut the door behind me. I 

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

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I stop dead, terrified that I’ve been caught. 

But no one comes out to scold me. 

I hear the sound 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, with no window. It has a bolt on the outside, like a prison. 

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