Page 74 of My Mafia Daddy

I can’t start thinking about this as dating or this will end up a real issue.

I mean, thisisgoing to end. No doubt about it. Much as it’s much more fun than any kidnapping should be, I have to be careful with my heart.

But I don’t want to think about my heart right now.

Not when there’s a real buzzing in my underwear.

I slide open the night stand to put on a bit more lipstick, the one color I had in my handbag when I was taken, which is when my eyes catch a glimpse of my protector.

The gun.

Every time I see it, I think I could use it, end thisright now.

I could free myself in a heartbeat.

But not today.

That’s the conclusion I keep coming to.

Not right now.

I close the drawer once more, knowing that I’ll always have other chances.

After tonight, for example.

After dinner, I could maybe think about it.

We’ll see.

I paint my lips a little brighter, before checking myself out one last time.

The funny thing is I don’t really recognize myself. Who I’ve become since I’ve been here.

But at the same time, I also feel like I’ve become more likemethan I’ve ever been for a very long time.

I’m more confident and I feel sexier than I ever have done. Like I’m finally growing into my own skin. I didn’t know I needed that.

When I think back to the person I was before Owen took me, I barely even remember her. She was so quiet, so busy, so focused on the clinic and trying to keep away from my family.

Now all my responsibilities feel a million miles away.

It’s nice.

I smile to my reflection one last time before it’s time to head out into the dining room to see what Owen has planned for the night.

I can’t ignore the way my heart absolutely races when I lay eyes on him.

Damn, he’s looking good too.

That suit,whew. He’s hot!

Damn, how the hell am I ever going to find a guy who makes me feel this way again? Iknowthis can’t work, but I can’t stop myself from wanting it.

Really, I can’t imagine a night without him.

How fucking crazy is that?

“Smells delicious.”

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