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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”

following the waiter. “No,

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says, leaning back in his chair. “Relax. I can tell you’ve just had the surprise of

sliding him a folded bill and giving him a wink. I can tell by the waiter’s pleasure that it’s a gigantic

at me as well and holds the shot

to me.

was, I could use a little bit of a relaxant right now. If I’m the unwitting

father’s little setup, then I’m not sure I want to do it sober.

off

toast Ivan. He

the salt from the rim of the glass and

doing the same.

sharp in my throat and sinuses and I

a face, then, at the taste of it, sticking out my tongue and pressing

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

some relief, the acid of

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the tequila on

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my eyes again, meeting Ivan’s smile with my own. He gestures to the waiter again, ordering another round, and I lean

at myself, then – a feeling that’s 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 tequila with the wunderkind head of

With Kent’s

Honestly, I’m kind of

to me.

relaxed.”

right,” I murmur, looking around at all of the people in

my suitors, apparently. I

all, at the wasted effort.