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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wordlessly, with my eyes,

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off my boredom, today, by painting

given me an elaborate

to practice, so my feet and hands are far, far more polished than they’ve ever been. I sigh as I finish painting a

my pinkie toe. What the hell am

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

look up

see Kent standing there, leaning against the

his arms crossed.

says. “We have somewhere to be.”

box into my lap and open the

the most

black leather with a delicate

around the

are we going?” I ask, my face lighting up. Honestly,

house it sounds like,

see,” he says, turning and heading

by the car

pull on my socks, not caring that it

quick as I can. I have to force

bottom, tugging hard at the top

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