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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plead wordlessly, with my eyes,

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today, by painting my toenails in the

has given me

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

my pinkie toe. What the hell am

as a box smacks on the ground

arm. I look up

to see Kent standing there, leaning

arms

he says. “We have somewhere to be.”

into my lap

of the most gorgeous boots. They’re tall,

black leather with

around the

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

house it sounds like, so I’m thrilled

turning and heading towards

car when you’re

caring that it will ruin my

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

to the bottom, tugging hard

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