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.”

my shot, flinching and

drink back onto the bar. “Nice

ignore him, their eyes

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

it,” Ivan says, hopping up from his seat and putting a

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

he says, “but six?”

in agreement, my eyes fixed on his

down from my

pleasure, Fay,” he says, surprising me then by

pressing a kiss to my knuckles, his eyes on mine the entire time.

fascinated by him, my

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whisper. “It was…I’ll never forget today.”

in his pocket. “I hope that we have lots more aftemoons, just like

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as Kent’s guy gently takes my arm and guides

is the last thing I see before the door closes and I turn towards the street, blinking in

leading me over to a black SUV idling in the road next to Ivan’s car. “He’s not happy.”

is,” I murmur, looking out the window at the bar as

drive away.

my thoughts as

as we drive through it. When we get back

when the driver turns to pull in front

the garages around the

open my mouth to ask about the change when

stop, Kent’s guy next to me opening

getting out.

soon as he moves so that I can see the front of

know why.