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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tell you that?” I

him to send the car to a restaurant I picked,

Because it’s your favorite.” A

smile starts to form on Ivan’s

2/3

I say, wrinkling my nose at

as well as he thinks

and raises a hand to signal the valet to bring his car

minutes later, Ivan and I are sitting on top of a picnic table in my old neighborhood, our feet resting on the bench and

of tacos set out between us. I directed Ivan

my favorite food truck sets itself up on

Tuesday nights. It’s dark out, but the

have strung up some cheerful lights and are playing some

either, so Ivan and I have the place

overall, kind

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

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

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and taking a sip.

from head to foot, “for you, we’ll

me. “Gracious of you,” he says, and then takes another bite, finishing his taco and reaching for

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

tattoos on his forearms