Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 68

Kent comes to my side, grabbing my right arm and pulling it forward as he moves to the other side of the table. He still holds my arm firmly in his grip as he goes, making be bend over the table to move with him –

Which, I suddenly realize, is precisely what Kent wanted.

When I’m bent at the waist, my torso stretched across the table, Kent produces a set of handcuffs attached by their chain to a metal loop on the table’s edge. While I watch, he snaps the handcuffs tight around my right wrist, attaching me firmly to the metal table.

Then, he looks at me. “Your other wrist,” he demands, holding out his hand for it across the table.

“No!” I shout, scared but also suddenly furious. I’m not going to be complicit in my own torture.

“Fay,” he says, his voice threatening. “This will be much easier on you if you’re obedient.”

In response I tighten my lips and stand up as straight as I can, curling my other arm behind my back. “No.”

Inside of my head, a very quiet voice is screaming at me to just do as he says – he won’t be cruel to you if you do what he says! – Just tell him what he wants to know and you’ll be fine! –

But I’ve been here long enough to know that Kent Lippert is going to be cruel no matter what he does – it’s in his blood, or some other intrinsic part of him.

And god damnit, I’m sick of being the good little girl who does as she’s told in this world. It hasn’t gotten me anywhere yet, and it’s not going to start now, just because he’s got me chained to a metal table in his basement.

“Fay Alden,” Kent says, lowering himself to look me in the eye. “Give me your arm. Now.”

“No,” I throw back at him, matching his tone and his glare.

I shock myself here, again. Moments ago, I was trembling as he pulled me down the stairs. What the hell snapped in me to make me so suddenly defiant?

As Kent’s mouth pulls back in a frustrated snarl and he storms around the table, grabbing my left arm and pulling it back with him as he returns to the other side of the table, I realize that it’s this –

This –

As I watch the anger on Kent’s face, I realize that I’ve riled him. Kent Lippert – always so calm, so in control, so even-keeled in the face of danger, opposition, hell even gunfire –

Kent Lippert reacts when I stand up to him. It pisses him off.