Don't Mind By Kent Jones Novels & Stories

“Faster than I expected. But good nevertheless.” My voice came out quiet. Steady. Resolved. “I’ve made up my mind.” A beat of silence. Then: a low, knowing chuckle. “Finally.”

“Oh he……he…….he…….? It’s a song?? A new one. I don’t know it so well so I mix the words. That must’ve been what you heard” “Hmmmm…..okay. I guess.” Still a bit doubtful, Mom laid the topic to rest as she also went straight to bed. Ding! A message notification pops up on the screen of Izzy’s phone. [I’m so sorry for what happened today. I was just in over my head and the thoughts of you seeing someone else who isn’t me just sends me of the cliff. Isaac. ] [ We are just friends. I don’t know where you’re coming from with such a thing. What you did today was totally unacceptable. Very disrespectful. ] {send from Izzy’s iphone?

"When you were looking at that magazine, your eyes were glued to this ring. Couldn't look away." "So I bought it for you." There was a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He had no idea I'd only stared at the ring so he could pay off his debt faster. The cold of the diamond crept up my finger and into my chest. I shivered. But he didn't need my help. Did he? The voice on the phone had just called him Don. The Angelo I knew was a broke kid drowning in mob debt. What a joke. "Three whole years," My voice came out cold. "A Don playing dirt-poor with me. Was it fun?"

I'll never let anything hurt you again. "The family, the title, all of it can be yours. I'll step down as Don if that's what you want. We can walk away from the Mafia, from all of it." I listened quietly until he finished, then I took a small sip of my coffee and calmly replied, "Cesare, it's too late." "It's not too late." Cesare grabbed my hand. "We still have a future. If you come back to me, I'll give you anything."

"What a loving couple! I didn't expect to see Don Marino wearing matching headbands with Mrs. Marino." No one realized the woman in the photos wasn't me. I couldn't be bothered to look at the rest of the photos. "I didn't see them," I said impassively. Emily panicked and tried to comfort me. "Don't be upset, Rosalie—" "I'm not upset," I said. Perhaps the truth I had already learned hurt far more than anything else. So, when I saw those photos, all I felt was numbness. Right after I hung up, I heard the roar of Daniel's sports car in the driveway.

“I panicked. I just assumed… i thought it was Gill’s mother and wanted to introduce myself.” Kent sighed, running a hand across his shiny hair. This was exactly the kind of trouble that he wanted to avoid by all means. “Listen to me, Noah,” Kent said, his tone shifting from casual to intensely serious. “That’s a call you shouldn’t answer, ever in your life again. In fact, don’t answer any phone unless it is yours.” Noah’s eyes widened slightly. “I’m sorry…”

I thought Detective Kent was just doing his job, and because I was blinded by hurt and grief, I didn’t realize that he was being too pushy for a detective. “So what if I said what I said?” Donald asked Kent without remorse. “She is already pissing me off with her dumbness. I told you I needed someone or something that can help me get my pound of flesh,” Donald complained angrily. “And I was doing that, but you didn’t have to put her on the edge. This is risky for the both of us,” Detective Kent said worriedly. “You killed Oscar!” I yelled at both of them. “If you don’t keep your voice down, I am going to make sure you never use it again,” Donald threatened darkly.

I closed my eyes, about to jump off a building, when an ill-timed phone ringtone blared. On the other end of the phone came a voice that I couldn't be more familiar with. It was my own voice. "Don't jump, Jack Sterling."

~~Ines~~ Men in dark suits? They had to be Dominico’s men. I didn’t have proof, but I didn’t need it. How the hell had he even found out where I worked? “You shouldn’t have let them.” I braced both palms on Vance’s laminate desk, the cheap wood groaning under my weight as my eyebrows knitted together. “You shouldn’t have let them take anything that belongs to me.” “I didn't have a choice,” Vance stammered, his fingers dancing a frantic, nervous rhythm against his coffee mug. “They were armed. And Mr. Moretti doesn't like to be told what to do. What was I supposed to do, play hero?”

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