Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 253

“No,” Ivan responds, turning to look down at me and shifting his weight to knock his shoulder against mine. “Fifty bucks to the band leader to start playing the tango, which I know she can’t resist. Playing on a lonely girl’s teenage crush on the guy that her dad wants her to marry?” Ivan’s eyes crinkle with humor as he looks down at me. “That was free.”

“Cruel,” I accuse, shaking my head at him a little but impressed despite myself. Ivan is, if anything, quite good at reading weaknesses before using them to move people around like pawns on his chess board.

“Worth it,” he says, slipping a hand out of his pocket and, unseen, dragging his fingers down the length of my spine until his hand comes to rest at the small of my back. “I’d have paid much more, after all, for the chance to chat with my best girl when she won’t return my calls.”

“Oh, you called?” I reply, coy. “I’m sorry, I must have missed it.”

“Lies,” he whispers to me, but then he laughs a little. “I missed you, Fay.”

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back to my elbow and tugging me with him as

as he pulls me with him out of sight. “Stop! We

back at me, a little danger dancing in his eyes. “No one saw – I made sure of it.”

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to pull out of his grasp. “You’re going to get me – and

of this – I’m the one who got your dad to come here tonight, and the Russians. Do you seriously think I don’t know how fucked we’d be if Lippert, or Alden, or anyone finds us sneaking