Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 37

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. Now, I mostly plead wordlessly, with my eyes, my expression.

He knows I’m miserable here, but he still won’t let me out.

I’m staving off my boredom, today, by painting my toenails in the back garden. Fiona has given me an elaborate manicure kit, telling me to practice, so my feet and hands are far, far more polished than they’ve ever been. I sigh as I finish painting a lavender sheen on my pinkie toe. What the hell am I going to do next?

I jump, then, as a box smacks on the ground next to me – a big one, as long as my arm. I look up at the back door with wide eyes, shocked to see Kent standing there, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed.

“Put those on,” he says. “We have somewhere to be.”

Frowning, I lift the box into my lap and open the top, gasping a little as I see a pair of the most gorgeous boots. They’re tall, nearly knee-high, and made of supple black leather with a delicate little buckle around the ankle.