Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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I had smiled at her and declined the treatment. What, really, was

the problem of looking fifty when you’re fifty? After all, Kent was forty and he looked –

Well. I cleared my throat and moved my thoughts on to something else.

I am less tempted by the enticements of Fiona’s super–feminine lifestyle, I think, because I already had a sister who delved into all

of that sort of stuff. Sure, strippers are all about being sexy while being a mafia side piece is all about being luxe, but there was

some overlap. And it just wasn’t for me.

Instead, I missed my work. Missed going to the office to meet with

my colleagues, missed helping people, even missed going to the prison to interview inmates – though I never thought I’d miss that.

I missed going to the coffee shop, missed studying and finding

new books. And while Kent has given me free reign to order any

books- or really, anything I want – it’s just not the same.

I miss my life. And I’m terribly, terribly bored.

Kent and Daniel know, of course. Daniel because I’ve told him and

Kent…well, because Kent knows everything. I stopped begging

him for a little freedom a while ago the answer was always no.

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I mostly plead wordlessly, with my

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boredom, today, by painting my toenails

has given me

than they’ve ever been. I sigh as I finish

pinkie toe. What the hell am I going to do

jump, then, as a box smacks on the ground next to

look up at the back door with wide

there, leaning against

arms crossed.

those on,” he says. “We have somewhere

my lap and open the top, gasping

see a pair of the most gorgeous boots. They’re

supple black leather

around the ankle.

ask, my face lighting up. Honestly,

house it sounds like,

see,” he says, turning and heading towards

me by the car when you’re

pull on my socks, not caring that it will

the boots on as quick as I can. I have to

bottom, tugging hard at the top – there’s

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