Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 51

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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with my eyes, my expression.

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staving off my boredom, today, by

me an elaborate

hands are far, far more polished than they’ve ever been. I sigh as I finish painting a lavender

my pinkie toe. What the hell am I

box smacks on the ground next

look up

standing there, leaning against the frame

arms

he says. “We have somewhere to be.”

lap and open the top, gasping a

I see a pair of the most gorgeous

of supple black leather with a delicate

the ankle.

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

it sounds like, so I’m thrilled either

and heading towards the

car when you’re

pull on my socks, not caring that it will

then tug the boots on as quick as I can.

way to the bottom, tugging hard at

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