Chapter 42

Chapter 42 Brooklyn

For all the drama the day I chose my wedding dress-Aden's reaction to me in it, the wine and secrets I shared with Jayde, the porn room, the violence I witnessed-the next several days are unremarkable. As I fall into the routines of the Kenwood house, I'm surprised to find that I'm quickly bored by them.

Life at my home with Stephen and Jolie was boring-but we were just normal people.

A little of me, I think, expected everyday mafia life to be more exciting.

It's not that the house is empty. Every day starts with a flurry of activity. Breakfast in the kitchen is a big affair, with everyone rushing through.

Aden's top guys-mostly older gentlemen-drink their tiny glasses of espresso at a table in the corner, bantering. Lower-level guys, dressed in thousand-dollar sweatsuits, run briskly through, reporting and getting new orders.

Guards are everywhere, watching everything, but mostly wishing that they were important enough to be included with the others.

As the day passes, everyone spreads out to do their work.

Hudson goes out a lot. To school, mostly, wrapping up his spring semester. I've been expressly forbidden to go with him, to school or anywhere else.

Apparently, I'm still a kidnapping target. Aden has told the mafia world that I'm out there, but until he locks me down as part of his family, I'm forbidden any freedom.

as he was leaving. Seeing my sad face, she wrapped an arm around my shoulders, her

squeeze. "It's like you're a mafia widow already, stuck in this house. Might as well dress yourself head to toe in black

moaned, slumping my shoulders

in this house at all times, it's just that I'm...not at

Everyone

the captains-they're all nice and polite to me. They smile at me when they

me in the hall.

to me, even if I try. I get the

sweet, but we don't have a lot

sweet, funny, and has enough bite in

she spends most of her day building and maintaining that sexy

here, she's out getting her hair and her nails done. When she's in the house, she's doing aerobics, or facials and beauty treatments,

whole master's course in makeup

so much of the world just seems... ridiculous to me. Though I'll never

look twenty years

I think. After all, Aden is older.

clear my throat and move

meet with my colleagues, miss helping people, even miss going to the prison to

never thought

to the coffee shop,

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