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 ask.

send the car to a restaurant I picked, and

Because it’s your favorite.”

little smile starts to form on Ivan’s

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my nose at

he thinks he does.”

raises a hand to signal the valet to bring his car

of a picnic table in my old neighborhood, our feet resting on

set out between us. I directed

food truck sets

on Tuesday nights. It’s dark

strung up some cheerful lights and

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

kind of

Ivan murmurs, taking another bite of a carne asada

give him a little wink. “Neighborhood secret,” I say, lifting

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to my mouth and taking a

but,” I give him a surveying glance from head to foot, “for

he says, and then takes another bite, finishing his taco and reaching for

He spread over my shoulders when

the tattoos on his forearms that are