Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 50

As I fall into the routines of the Lippert house I’m surprised to find that I’m quickly bored by them. Life at my home with David and Janeen was also boring- but they’re just normal people. A little of me, I think, expected everyday gang life to be more exciting.

It’s not that the house is empty, really. Every day starts with a flurry

of activity. Breakfast in the kitchen is a big affair, with everyone rushing through. Kent’s top guys – mostly older gentlemen – drink their tiny glasses of espresso at a table in the corner, bantering.

Lower–level guys, dressed in thousand–dollar sweatsuits, run briskly through, reporting and getting new orders.

Guards are all around – watching everything, but mostly wishing, I think, that they were important enough to be included with the others. If they work hard enough, though, they can level up.

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As the day passes, everyone spreads out to do their work. Daniel goes out a lot to school, mostly, wrapping up his spring

semester. I’ve been expressly forbidden to go out with him, to

school or anywhere else. Apparently, I’m still a kidnapping target.

Kent has told the Mafia world that I’m out there, but until he locks

down as part of his family I’m

house just as he was leaving. Seeing my sad face, she wrapped an arm around my shoulders, her voice full of

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a mafia widow already, stuck in this house. May as well dress yourself head to toe in black crepe and spend your day saying the

do,” I moaned, slumping my shoulders forward

going on in this house at all times, it’s just that I’m…not

the captains, the made guys – they’re

polite to me. They

the hall. But no one really talks to me, even if

Kent expressly forbade

only friend is Fiona, and she’s very sweet, but we

lot in common.

funny, and has enough bite in her wit to keep from being boring. She’s incredibly sexy, but she

doing aerobics, or facials and beauty treatments, or playing with makeup and clothes. Fional always looks stunning and

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has swept me up in her world a bit. I think she likes it, giving me a whole master’s course in

thought about before she came

to me, though I’d never say it to her. For instance, once, her Botox doctor came