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.

–

I mostly plead wordlessly, with my

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miserable here, but he still won’t let

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today, by painting my toenails

has given me

practice, so my feet and hands are far, far more polished than

my pinkie toe. What the hell am I going to do next?

on the ground next to me

as long as my arm. I look up

to see Kent standing there, leaning

his arms crossed.

“We

the box into my lap and

of the most gorgeous boots. They’re tall, nearly

and made of supple black leather with a

the ankle.

I ask, my

– out of the house it sounds like, so I’m

and heading towards the garage.

by the car

my socks, not caring that it will ruin my

then tug the boots on as quick as I

bottom, tugging

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