Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 107

Ivan laughs at me then, at my speechlessness, and I can’t help myself – I laugh too, putting my head in my hands.

“Yes,” I say, blushing terribly. “I have heard of you. And I have to

say, it has not all been good things.”

“Oh, come on,” he says, still laughing a little. “It can’t have been

all bad.”

I peek out from between my fingers and raise an eyebrow at him letting him know that, yeah. It’s all been bad.

“What,” he says, joking, “nobody told you about my striking good

looks or my debonaire sense of style when they were telling you

about my success in the drug trade?”

I shake my head slowly, finding myself laughing again. I can’t help

it – he’s terribly charming.

“Well,” he says, giving me a sexy little half–smile. “Now you

know.”

Ivan catches the eye of a waiter and holds up a hand. “Two shots. of tequila,” he says, definitive. The waiter nods, walking the short distance to the little bar and interrupting the bar tender to get the

order in right away.

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on, Fay,” Ivan says, leaning back in his chair. “Relax. I can tell you’ve just had the surprise of your life. You need a little something to settle

back and Ivan takes the drinks from him, sliding him a folded bill and giving him a wink. I can tell by the waiter’s

as well and holds

to me.

hand, shrugging. The truth was, I could use a little bit

father’s little setup, then I’m not sure

say, taking the lime off the edge of the glass

it up to toast Ivan. He does

lick the salt from the rim of

before doing the

tequila is sharp in my throat and sinuses and I can’t help it

face, then, at the taste of it, sticking out my

can hear Ivan laugh at me. “The lime,” he

brings some relief, the acid of the lime

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sharpness of the tequila on my

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to the waiter again, ordering another round, and I lean back in my chair, letting him.

becoming oddly more familiar as the weeks pass. Fay of a few weeks ago would have run screaming when she found out that she was doing shots of

Kent’s worst

Honestly, I’m kind

Ivan says, leaning closer to me.

relaxed.”

at all of the people in the

my suitors, apparently.

at the wasted