Second chance for the Mafia prince (January and Gulliver) novel Chapter 2

“Kaylee, get your butt down these stairs now!”

January heard her mother’s snap and wondered what it was the seven-year-old had done now. Her daughter was a handful at the best of times but when she was being devilish, which as of late seemed to me more often than not, she was downright impossible to deal with.

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At seven years old Kaylee was everything January dreamed of being when she was a little girl. Bright, vivacious, smart and bold were all apt descriptions. She wasn’t the kid who was at the top of her class academically, but she was the one child every kid in the school knew because she was always the center of attention.

Moving to a small town when she’d been pregnant with her daughter was supposed to be idyllic. January was content to live a life of quiet solitude with her parents. Unfortunately for her and her parents, Kaylee was not content to fly under the radar. This kid was destined to find herself in the spotlight like either a movie star or based on how her mother was yelling right now, January considered with sarcasm, a serial killer.

Coming out of the spare bedroom, which doubled as January’s home office, she entered the kitchen and immediately recoiled at the scent.

“What the fuck is that?”

Her mother’s face, what she could see of it hidden behind her T-shirt, was red and January wasn’t sure it was rage or from struggling not to projectile vomit.

“I found a kitten!” Kaylee blinked big blue eyes at her.

“She put a fucking skunk in our sink. It’s scared and it jumped out and now it’s behind the stove hiding!”

“Kaylee, a skunk?”

“It’s a kitten.” Her daughter was standing holding a bottle of shampoo. “It was by the woodpile out back. I got your shampoo, the one that smells minty, so I can give it a bath.”

“It’s a skunk. You can’t wash the stink off a skunk.” Her mother bellowed with rage.

“Are you sure, Nana because I didn’t see a stripe on it. It’s all covered in mud, and it was stuck in the woodpile. I rescued him and brought him in.”

“You can’t smell it?”

“I thought it was because he was so dirty!” Kaylee argued with her hands in the air and her pout on full display.

“It let you carry it in here?” January was aghast.

“Well yeah,” she shrugged and then made a face, “I mean I gave it some beef jerky.”

“You took my beef jerky?” January glared at her child. She’d been waiting to enjoy the treat she’d gotten from the local farmer’s market the weekend before.

“I needed something to get Henry out of the wood pile.”

“What the hell is that smell?” Terrance entered the kitchen and immediately gagged.

“There is a skunk hiding behind the stove because your granddaughter thought it was a kitten in need of rescuing.”

“I’m out.” He turned on his heel to walk back out of the house.

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