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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today, by painting my toenails in

given me an elaborate manicure kit,

to practice, so my feet and hands are far, far more polished than they’ve ever

the hell am I going to do next?

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

look up at the back door with

standing there, leaning against the frame

his arms crossed.

“We

my lap

pair of the most gorgeous boots.

made of supple black leather with a

around the ankle.

I ask, my

of the house it sounds like, so I’m thrilled either way.

see,” he says, turning and

by the car when you’re

quickly pull on my socks, not caring

as quick as

all the way to the bottom, tugging hard at the

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