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

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today, by painting my toenails in the

me

my feet and hands are far, far more polished than they’ve ever been. I sigh as I

my pinkie toe. What the hell am

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

look up at the back door with wide eyes,

there, leaning against

his arms crossed.

on,” he says. “We have somewhere

I lift the box into my lap and open

the most gorgeous

supple black leather with a

the

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

the house it sounds like, so I’m thrilled

turning and heading towards

the car when you’re ready.”

my socks, not caring that

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

the bottom,

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