Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 134

“Fay,” the one at the front says. It’s a guy I’ve seen a hundred times in Kent’s kitchen having breakfast, but I don’t know his name yet. “It’s time to go home now.”

I don’t say anything, just quickly shoot back my shot, flinching

and wiping my mouth with my arm.

Ivan smirks at Kent’s guys, placing his still–full drink back onto the bar. “Nice afternoon we’re having, isn’t it?” he says, cheeky.

The men ignore him, their eyes fixed on me.

I grimace and turn to Ivan. “I’d better go,” I say, sad to see it end.

“I get it,” Ivan says, hopping up from his seat and putting a hand out to help me down, which I accept. “If he’d sent one, I could

take ‘em,” he says, “but six?”

I laugh a little, nodding in agreement, my eyes fixed on his face as I hop down from my stool.

“A pleasure, Fay,” he says, surprising me then by raising my hand, still in his, to his mouth and pressing a kiss to my knuckles, his

eyes on mine the entire time.

“Thank you,” I say, fascinated by him, my words hardly more than

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“Fay,” the one at the front says. It’s a guy I’ve seen a hundred times in Kent’s kitchen having breakfast, but I don’t know his

name yet. “It’s time to go home now.”

just quickly shoot back my shot, flinching and wiping

his still–full drink back onto the bar. “Nice afternoon we’re having, isn’t it?” he says,

him, their eyes fixed on me.

“I’d better go,” I say, sad to

Ivan says, hopping up from

help me down, which I accept. “If he’d sent

he says, “but

agreement, my eyes fixed on his face

hop down from

pleasure, Fay,” he says, surprising me then by raising my hand,

kiss to my knuckles, his eyes on mine the

him, my words hardly more than

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“It was…I’ll never

hand go and putting his in his pocket. “I hope that

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Kent’s guy gently takes my arm

the last thing I see before the door closes and I turn

black SUV idling in the road next to Ivan’s car. “He’s not

the window at the

drive away.

my thoughts

drive through it. When we get back to

house, though, I do notice when the driver turns to

instead of to the garages around

open my mouth to ask

Kent’s guy next

getting out.

as he moves so that I can see the front

know