Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 22 — Everyday Life in the Mafia—1
As I fall into the routines of the Lippert house I'm surprised to find that I'm quickly
bored by them. Life at my home with David and Janeen was also boring — but
they're just normal people. A little of me, I think, expected everyday gang life to
be more exciting.
It's not that the house is empty, really. Every day starts with a flurry of activity.
Breakfast in the kitchen is a big affair, with everyone rushing through. Kent'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 all around — watching everything, but mostly wishing, I think, that they
were important enough to be included with the others. If they work hard enough,
though, they can level
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As the day passes, everyone spreads out to do their work. Daniel goes out a lot —
to school, mostly, wrapping up his spring semester. I've been expressly forbidden
to go out with him, to school or anywhere else. Apparently, I'm still a kidnapping
target. Kent 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.
The first day Daniel left me behind, Fiona had come into the
he wrapped
soul.”
“At least it would be something to do,” I moaned, slumping my shoulders forward
in misery. “It's so boring here.”
And it really is. Again, not that there’s not a lot going on in this house at all times,
it's just that I'm...not at all a part of it.
Everyone — the guards, the captains, the made guys — they're all very nice and
polite to me. They smile at me when they pass me in the hall. But no one really
talks to me, even if I try. I get the impression that Kent expressly forbade it.
My only friend is Fiona, and she’s very sweet, but we don’t have a lot in common.
Fiona is, I think, a mafia boss's dream girlfriend. She's sweet, funny, and has
enough bite in her wit to keep from being boring. She’s incredibly sexy, but she
spends most of her day building and maintaining that sexy appearance for Kent.
When she’s not 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, or playing with
makeup and clothes. Fiona always looks stunning and keeps up with the latest
fashions, but it's a ton of work.
Fiona has swept me up in her world a bit. I think she likes it, giving me a whole
master’s course in makeup and hair care that I never, ever would have even
thought about before she came along.
But so much of the world just seems... ridiculous to me, though I'd never say it to
her. For instance, once, her Botox doctor came
Worried, I had touched my fingers gently to my skin in those places. “Seriously?
Do I need it?”
Laughing, she had told me that I didn't. “It's just preventative,”
she said, snapping her bubblegum as she leaned back in her chair and let the
doctor do his work. “If you start when you're twenty, you'll look thirty when you're
fifty.”
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Chapter 22 — Everyday Life in the Mafia—2
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.
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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
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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
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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.
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subtle smile playing on his lips. I've
stopped asking about our destination
— he never tells — so I just spend my
time gazing out at the landscape as
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we pass. We're out of the city now —
just about fifteen minutes, really —
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but how I've missed the sight of a
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I'm surprised to see him slow in what
seems like the middle of nowhere,
turning towards a simple gravel drive
crossed with a metal gate. He
presses a button on the roof of the
car and the metal gate slowly swings
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“Are we here?” I ask, frowning at him.
He looks at me and nods. I see that he can’t help but smile a little, so I smile too
and sit up in my seat, looking eagerly out the windshield. Then I just wait, a little
breathlessly, to see where he’s taken me.
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