Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 25

A few horrible minutes pass when I consider what the hell will happen to me if people discover the Mafia Boss’s dead body in my room.

But, during those minutes, Kent’s breath softens. The horrible, crinkled look of pain disappears and his face takes on its normal lines. He’s still sweaty and exhausted but he was right. It passes.

“Are you…are you okay?” I venture after a few minutes of calm breathing.

He doesn’t open his eyes. “I’m fine.”

“Um,” I hesitate. “Are you sure you don’t want me to call someone? A doctor?”

He sits up on my floor, hooking his arms around his knees for support, and then straight at me. “I don’t need a doctor.”

I stare at him, and I’m sure he can tell by my face that I think he’s definitely wrong. He shakes his head and looks down – embarrassed, I think – and pauses before he speaks.

“It’s just…” he says, “something that happens to me. From time to time. It’s been happening for the past couple of years. At times of…stress.”

I sink to the floor, my back still against the door, putting the pieces together.

I can’t believe it. “Oh my god,” I say, not even thinking about whether or not I should say it. “You have panic attacks.”

He glances up at me.

“They’re really common,” I continue, “but not usually to this extent. But we learned, in my program, that when they’re really severe they can present with the intensity of a heart attack…”

He doesn’t look at me or say a word. I bite my lip, feeling suddenly sorry for him. I can’t help it. I’ve never really been able to see another person in pain and not want to help them.

“You know,” I say quietly. “There are doctors that can help you with this sort of thing. You shouldn’t suffer like this, if they happen all the time.”

“I don’t need to see a doctor.” He says, his voice determined.

I roll my eyes at him, a gesture I’m not sure I’d make if he were looking at me.

“Well, if you don’t want to see a doctor,” I say, hesitating again. “Maybe I could help?”

He lifts his head, his eyes open now. “How could you possibly help me.”

I stare up at him, not knowing what to say.

“So, if you don’t mind,” he says, still glaring, “I think I’ll decline your offer of mental health services.”

He pushes himself up off the door and I step aside so he can leave. He twists the handle, but he hesitates before he pulls it open. “You will tell no one what you witnessed tonight. Ever. Not even Daniel. Do you understand?”

Slowly, I nod as he strides out of my room and down the hall.

I watch him go, still shocked at the events of the evening.

Then, a slow smile creeps over my face.

Well. It looks like I finally got my first little piece of power in this mafia game. The question was, how would I use it?