RedNovelChapter 42 Chapter 42 Brooklyn For all the the day I chose my wedding dress-Aden's reaction toin it, the wine and secrets I shared with Jayde, the porn room, the violence I witnessed-the next several days are unremarkable. As I fall into the routines of the Kenwood house, I'm surprised to find that I'm quickly bored by them.
Life at my hwith Stephen and Jolie was boring-but we were just normal people.
A little of me, I think, expected everyday mafia life to be more exciting.
It's not that the house is empty. Every day starts with a flurry of activity. Breakfast in the kitchen is a big affair, with everyone rushing through.
Aden'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 everywhere, watching everything, but mostly wishing that they were important enough to be included with the others.
As the day passes, everyone spreads out to do their work.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHudson goes out a lot. To school, mostly, wrapping up his spring semester. I've been expressly forbidden to go with him, to school or anywhere else.
Apparently, I'm still a kidnapping target. Aden has told the mafia world that I'm out there, but until he locksdown as part of his family, I'm forbidden any freedom.
The first day Hudson leftbehind, Jayde had cinto the house just as he was leaving. Seeing my sad face, she wrapped an arm around my shoulders, her voice full of pity.
"I know," she said, givinga little squeeze. "It's like you're a mafia widow already, stuck in this house. Might as well dress yourself head to toe in black and spend your day saying the rosary for his 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-they're all nice and polite to me. They smile atwhen they passin the hall.
But no one really talks to me, even if I try. I get the impression that Aden expressly forbade it.
My only friend is Jayde, and she's very sweet, but we don't have a lot in common.
Jayde 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 Aden. 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. Jayde always looks stunning and keeps up with the latest fashions, but it's a ton of work.
She has sweptup in her world. I think she likes it, givinga whole master's course in makeup and hair care that I never, ever would have even thought about before she calong.
But so much of the world just seems... ridiculous to me. Though I'll never say it to her.
"If you do everything right, you'll always look twenty years younger," she says. "Especially with your shifter genes." What's wrong with looking your age? I think. After all, Aden is older. He looks his age, and...
Well. I clear my throat and move my thoughts on to something else.
I miss my work. Miss going to the office to meet with my colleagues, miss helping people, even miss going to the prison to interview inmates.
Though I never thought I'd miss that.
I miss going to the coffee shop, miss studying and finding new books.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAnd while Aden has givenfree reign to order any books I choose or really, anything I want in general -it's just not the same.
I miss my life. And I'm terribly, terribly bored.
Aden and Hudson know, of course. Hudson because I've told him and Aden...well, because Aden knows everything, somehow.
I stopped begging him for a little freedom a while ago. The answeris always no. Nowe mostly plead wordlessly, with my eyes, my expression. He knows I'm miserable here, but he still won't letout.
I'm staving off my boredom, today, by painting my toenails in the back garden. Jayde has givenan m elaborate manicure kit, tellingto practice. My feet and hands are far, far more polished than they've ever been.
I sigh as I finish painting a lavender e too! sheen on my pinkie toe. I have m absolutely no idea what the hell I'm going to do once the polish dries. I jump, startled, 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 Aden standing there, leaning against the frwith his arms crossed.
"Put those on," he says. "We have somewhere to be."
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