Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 75

The next day, I go down to the kitchen in my riding clothes and wait. And wait.

I have my breakfast with Daniel, waving him off as he goes to class, and then have about five more tiny cups of espresso as I wait so me more.

I’m practically buzzing when Kent finally deigns to come into the room, which is, as usual, busy with activity.

He doesn’t even look at me as he sweeps through the room, stopping to check on those cooking this morning, and then heading to the back corner, where the older captains sit. He joins them and consult for awhile, making plans for whatever their next move is.

I grit my teeth, realizing that I’m going to have to wait a little longer. To pass the time, I cross to the espresso machine to make myself another cup.

Forty-five minutes later, Kent walks swiftly past me, headed for the door.

Pissed – I know he saw me sitting here, I know he’s doing this on purpose – I stand up and call after him.

“Kent!” I call.

He stops in his tracks and then slowly turns to look at me, an eyebrow raised. Otherwise, though, his body gives no indication of what he’s thinking or feeling.

“Can I get a ride, please?” I ask. “To the stables?”

Kent’s eyes flick over me and then he gives a little laugh. “No time today,” he says as he pushes through the door. “Maybe tomorrow. If I’m feeling generous.”

I glare at the door as it swings shuts.

God damnit. This was my real punishment.

Finishing my tiny cup of coffee, I head upstairs and get changed, opting for a comfortable pair of leggings and a sweater. Then, I flop onto my bed, realizing that I have…absolutely nothing to do.

I sigh, glancing over at my books, but not wanting to read them. It’s moments like this when I really miss Fiona. She was always a bright spot in my day, making me laugh, filling up my time by dressing me up and playing with my hair like her own little human-sized barbie.

Sitting up, I wonder about where she is now. I hope she’s okay, that she got somewhere safe. That she’s happy, living a good life.

It’s so strange, realizing someone you’d come to love is your biological family in the moment when you say goodbye to them. Fiona was good to me perhaps because I am her cousin. She taught me so many skills that I’ve found useful already in this mafia life, skills I’m not sure I truly appreciated until now.