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

Chapter 0312

Kent just shakes his head. It's not that he’s actually comfortable...he just. There’s no reason to move.

He is not going anywhere until he gets the word back from the lab. And considering that they paid an exorbitant amount of money to convince the lab workers to process his specimen immediately and provide them with the results as soon as possible...

It could be any minute.

The doctor sighs and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

Kent doesn’t even turn on the light, preferring to just sit in the dark.

Which is how he notices the flashing blue and red lights driving down the road.

Kent's head instantly snaps up, his body tense as he watches the lights grow brighter, grow closer. No sirens — which means the cops aren't in any hurry.

Which means...

The lights grow so bright that Kent knows they’re just outside of the house now. But they don’t dim. They're not passing by. “Marco,” Kent snaps, jumping to his feet. Marco is slow to wake so Kent grabs his arm, hauling him to his feet.

Marco looks around, confused. “What?” he murmurs, but Kent just shakes his head, listening carefully, as hard as he can.

There’s movement outside — Kent’s eyes flick to the window, where he sees dark figures running across the lawn, keeping low to avoid being seen.

Men in black tactical gear — a swat team. They're surrounding the doctor’s house.

“Fuck,” Kent breathes, and then his head snaps towards the office door when he hears beyond it, in the house, a pounding on the front door. “Shit.”

They are here for him, he knows it. But how the fuck did they know where he went? Kent hears a door open in the house, and then the pounding of feet rushing towards them.

“On your knees, Marco!” Kent shouts, dropping to his own, throwing his hands in the air above his head. He knows — knows that this is it, that they’ve got him surrounded. That if he runs, he’ll be dead before he even hears the crack of a gun. “Hands UP!”

Just — just as Marco sinks to his knees — as his hands barely reach for the ceiling — the door to the office slams open and they flood in -

It's chaos — instant chaos — all at once — A body hits Kent, hard, taking him down to the floor, but Kent doesn’t respond, doesn’t resist.

Don’t give them any reason to hurt you, he remembers his father whispering to him the day the other family came to kill him. Just stay still — let them do what they want. If you move, they'll kill you too.

The advice rings as true now as it did then.

A punch hits Kent hard in the face and he groans, flinching away, but he doesn’t retaliate, even though every bone in him wants to tear these guys apart. Instead, Kent goes limp until they start barking orders at him, and then he does everything they say. Everything.

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“I'm still your doctor, Mr. Lippert,” the man says, raising his chin. “I will keep the results for when you are ready.” Kent tries to nod but he doesn’t have time — something hits him — hard — across the back —

He hisses in pain and stumbles forward. The cops get a better grip, hauling him along, but Kent doesn’t protest anymore. He got the answer he wanted.

Now, he knows, he’s in their hands.

Fuck, he thinks, ducking his head as the police force him into the back of the police car. The lab was going to call...any minute. Any god damn minute.

Kent curses the NYPD’s timing as the police car begins to pull away with him locked securely in the back seat.