Page 142 of My Mafia King

Moments later, I walk past several cars.

The last one in the corner is mine.

I’m gleeful for a moment, and then the memory of that night when Beau wanted to take me back to LA quickly sobers me up.

The door is fixed, and my car looks better than it did before.

I slide my hands into my purse and locate the key.

Old habits die hard. I’ve been carrying this key around despite not knowing whether I’d ever see this car again.

I slide the key in, and the door opens smoothly.

They did a really good job.

The interior looks great, too. They detailed the car, and it shows.

Let’s see if it runs. Of course it does. I remove my blazer and my heels and settle in my seat.

I slide the key into the ignition and start the car. The engine purrs. I love the things that work. This baby has never run so smoothly.

Even the AC works––I quickly learn––and let it on, pondering what to do next.

Maybe just having a moment by myself, thinking about what happened lately and what to do from now on.

This…Depending on so many things that aren’t in my control gives me a splitting headache.

What happened tonight has put things in perspective so damn quickly.

This man.

My whole existence revolves around him.

He saved my life. Yes, he did. And people won’t try to do anything to me while he’s around.

Yes.

I am protected.

And taken care of, including getting some money.

Yes.

And yes.

But…

This is not only about me.

I have a plan. I need to do what I’m supposed to do.

Not to mention if something happens to him, I’m fucked.

So then, I also need a contingency plan.

Plus, the consequences of my leaving my home haven’t even surfaced yet. The damage will be evident when my father realizes I am gone.

Maybe I should send the money that I have to Jen. She could use it to… What?

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