Page 64 of My Mafia Daddy

I back off, heading to my room for a moment. Maybe I can get some answers.

I haven’t had to use the security cameras much, only when she’s making me worry, like right now.

I flick back through time, watching Emma wander around the cabin, looking bored and utterly unimpressed until she spots the cupboard I’m guessing she hasn’t seen before.

Mycupboard.

I sit up a little straighter as I watch her start to rifle through it, diving into parts of my life I’m not ready to share.

Oh God, she’s seen the letters.

She’s read the letters.

She knows about the darkness from my past that I really don’t like to talk about.

I don’t know how to feel about that.

I can see in Emma’s face that she’s pitying me, probably thinking that I lost my soul mate, the one true love of my life.

Little does she know that no one was supposed to be able to open up my heart again, but she’s somehow managed to do it.

I thought it was impossible, but my feelings are flooding to the surface once more.

I kinda wonder if I should go out and talk to Emma about this, maybe fill her in with the details, let her ask all the questions that I’m sure she has.

But I don’t go right away… I remain in the bedroom, watching her.

Oh fuck.

I forgot about what else was in that cupboard to be honest, because I haven’t looked in there for a very long time. I always just wanted to keep it until the moment was right and I felt strong enough to go through it all, but as Emma spots it, I remember it all.

The gun.

Fuck.

Watching Emma panic as she spots it isn’t great.

I never really wanted her to worry that her life was in danger with me because I brought her here to protect her. To keep her away from the guns and the danger that people like Hudson and Vinnie possess.

I didn’t mean to bring her right into the middle of it here, in my cabin in the woods.

Once upon a time, I was going to give her to Vinnie, until I got to talk to her. Until I got to know her.

Ever since then I’ve always wanted to keep her safe.

She panics again when she hears the car pulling up, which means this has only just happened.

She puts the letters and my documents away, but stuffs the gun in her pants.

No wonder she didn’t want me to get too close to her.

She’s out there, with the gun, which now means…

Well, she could end this whenever she wants.

I stare at my bedroom door, wondering if she’s going to murder me over dinner. I think she knows that I have had her best interests at heart, but I’m sure the gun changed everything.

I swallow hard.

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