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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staving off my boredom, today, by painting my

has given me an elaborate manicure kit, telling

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

hell

then, as a box smacks on the ground next to

as my arm. I look up at the back door with

there, leaning against

his arms crossed.

those on,” he says. “We

box into my lap and open the top,

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

supple black leather with a delicate little

the ankle.

we going?” I ask, my face lighting

it sounds like, so I’m thrilled either

says, turning and heading

me by the car when you’re

not caring that it will ruin

quick as I

way to the bottom, tugging hard at the

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