Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 147

“That’s so weird,” Daniel whispers, all in a rush, and then collapses back onto the bed.

I smile at Daniel, laughing a little, but then my laughter fades as I look carefully at the dress in my hands and wonder…well, wonder if I maybe got too used to this. Maybe I haven’t thought enough about how weird this actually might be.

As I study the dress I consider that Kent controls pretty much every aspect of my life now. He decides what I wear, what I do all day, where I go, where my money comes from, where my sister and my father live. And while I’ve accepted a lot of that as part of living under a mafia boss’s roof and enjoying the luxury of my situation…is this really what I want for my life?

I sigh, tossing the dress onto the bed, looking at it. It’s a delicate, pretty thing – where was Kent imagining me going in that dress?

Did I want to go there?

I shake my head.

“Okay, Daniel,” I say, clapping my hands and making him groan at the noise. I laugh and move to the side of the bed, shaking his shoulders and making him wake up. “Go away! You’ve outstayed your welcome! Leave me alone so I can get changed!”

“No!” He shouts into the pillows, laughing too. “I want to sleep! Leave me be! You just get changed – I won’t look.”

“Get up!” I shout, laughing and grabbing a pillow, which I start hitting him with. “I’ll see you in twenty minutes at breakfast, lazy.”

Daniel grumbles his assent and climbs out of bed, stretching and yawning. I see him eye the white box as he heads for the door, and then he brings his eyes to mine, curious. I just shake my head. “You don’t want to know, Daniel.”

“You’re right,” he murmurs with a sigh. Then, he blows me a little kiss, heading next door to his own room to get ready. He pulls my bedroom door shut behind him.

As soon as he closes it, I move to my wardrobe, my mind made up.

And then I take the little box of grooming tools off the shelf at the top of the stall and get to work, brushing Heathcliff’s coat until it shines and braiding his mane. I take my time with it, relishing the feeling of having all day to do this, to do precisely as I please.

But also, a little thrilled at the anticipation that…Kent isn’t going to like this.

That I’ve defied him, again. Avoided him, again.

And that I have every expectation of seeing him later, all pissed off at me. Worked up into a fury.

Just how I like him.