Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 132

That afternoon, I have a lot more fun than I’ve had in a long time.

Perhaps made even more fun by the knowledge that when I get home, Kent is going to kill me.

So, I’d better live it up while I can.

“Another!” I call to the bartender, raising my hand to get his

attention.

Ivan laughs at me, pulling my hand down. “You know you don’t have to do that, right? He’s been keeping an eye on you all

afternoon. There’s no way he’s not going to notice when your drink is empty.”

A few hours ago, in the car, I had asked Ivan to take me

somewhere Kent wouldn’t easily find us. He’d smirked and told

me he had just the place, driving me across the city to the bad part of town. Then, he’d parked his sparkling Ferrari in front of a decrepit dive bar.

I’d been hesitant at first but he’d taken my hand, telling me to trust

him, and pulled me inside.

I’d understood the minute we stepped in the door and my eyes

adjusted to the light. With deep red booths ringing the walls and a meticulously polished mahogany bar, this neighborhood bar

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a dump – it was a well–kept secret.

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here for about three hours now, drinking and laughing,

to get into his car.

tender and Ivan. “He’s been keeping an eye on me – like, watching

Ivan says, leaning in to whisper it like it’s a secret. I throw my

well inclined

belly full

he figures out that you’re rich and funny, too, he’s going to lock

say, looking at him with wide eyes.

up? Probably, Fay, but

!

shake my head. “No,” I say.

funny?”

he tucks a strand of my hair behind

funny?”

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I say, shrugging. “My sister is funny. I just always thought

head to the side, his attention fully on me as the bartender delivers two more shots to us. “What’s the

sister?”

know,” I say, looking deep into

one. The dork.”

secret. “You are beautiful,” he says, placing a hand on the side of my face, brushing his thumb over

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