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?” I

to a restaurant I picked,

Because it’s your favorite.” A slow,

to

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wrinkling my nose

as he thinks he does.”

simply nods, his smile growing, and raises a hand to signal the valet to bring his

table in my old neighborhood, our

of tacos set out between us. I

food

edge of this little park on Tuesday nights. It’s dark

strung up some cheerful lights and are playing

a busy night, either, so Ivan and I have the place mostly to

kind

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

“Neighborhood secret,”

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a

head to foot,

at me. “Gracious of you,” he says, and then

further into the warmth of Ivan’s suit jacket. He spread over my shoulders when we got here, intuiting that

tattoos on his forearms that are