Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 162

Ivan laughs a little and shakes his head, coming forward to take

me by the arm. “I’m sorry, Fay,” he says, and I look up to see real apology on his face. “I shouldn’t have said that–you look beautiful.”

I’m still blushing, though. I never should have worn this dress.

“Come on,” Ivan says, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and nodding his head towards the restaurant. “Let’s go get something

to eat.”

I stop in my tracks, though, realizing – quite suddenly – that I don’t want to go in there. I don’t want to go to another mafia hotspot,

the place Daniel took me because his daddy has connections

here, where Ivan was able to get a last–minute reservation

because he, too, has connections.

Kent sent me on this date, but I get to decide what happens from

here on out. In the end, I’m in control.

Ivan looks down at me, curious about my pause, but I flash him a big smile.

“Actually,” I say, eager. “Do you want to go somewhere else?”

He cocks his head, curious. “I thought you wanted to come here.”

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you that?”

to send the car to

you here. Because

smile starts to form

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I say, wrinkling my nose at him. “Kent doesn’t know

as well as he

raises a hand to signal the valet to bring his car

top of a picnic table in my

tacos set out between us. I

my favorite food truck sets itself up

park on Tuesday nights. It’s dark out,

have strung up some cheerful lights and

Ivan and I have the

kind of

amazing,” Ivan murmurs, taking another bite of a carne asada taco. “How did I not know that this

little wink. “Neighborhood secret,” I say, lifting my

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and taking a sip. “We don’t usually let outsiders

head to foot, “for you, we’ll

then takes

pleased that he approves, and nestle a little further into the warmth of Ivan’s suit jacket. He spread over my shoulders when

eats, observing the tattoos on his forearms