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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Kent tell you that?” I ask.

the car to a restaurant I picked, and

sending you here. Because it’s your

to form on Ivan’s

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wrinkling my nose at him.

as he thinks

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

on top of a picnic table in

of tacos set out between us. I directed

here, knowing that my favorite food truck sets itself

little park on Tuesday nights. It’s dark out, but the

have strung up some cheerful lights and are playing some

It’s not a busy night, either, so Ivan and I have the

overall, kind

of a carne asada

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

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my mouth and taking a sip.

a surveying glance from head to foot, “for you, we’ll make an

of you,” he says, and then takes another bite, finishing his taco and reaching

he approves, and nestle a little further into the warmth of Ivan’s suit jacket. He

observing the tattoos on his forearms