Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 255

“Stop, Fay,” Ivan orders, his voice suddenly serious. He puts his other hand on my waist and pulls me closer to him. Angry, I shove him again but Ivan doesn’t relent, his grip iron. “Fay,” he insists, his tone matching my anger now. I stop shoving and look up into his face, furious.

“Let me go,” I command, my teeth clenched, but he just shakes his head slowly at me.

“I’m not fucking with you, Fay,” Ivan insists, his voice revealing his frustration. “You haven’t given me any information that I haven’t guessed myself. God damn it, Fay,” he grinds out, “don’t you get it? That it would be easier for me to let you go down with them? Do you think it’s making anything better for me that I fucking care about you?”

I stop protesting and look up into Ivan’s face, shocked. I’ve never never heard him get angry before – never heard him confess this kind of real emotion. He gives me a little frustrated shake.

“What’s it going to take, Fay?” Ivan snaps at me, his breathing coming harder now. “To get you to go, to leave that house? Because I’m not letting them drag you down with them!” His voice is rough now, out of control in a way it never is. “You mean too much to me,” he confesses, staring into my face, shaking his

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back and forth.

that Ivan and I we

Kent…

myself forget how

Ivan – and perhaps for me

me? Because I’ve tried being nice, and begging you, and giving you all of the information. And in response, you ignore my calls and apparently renew your ridiculous engagement

protest, looking away

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waist, crossing my hip and dipping into the slit in my dress. He moves fast, boldly sliding that hand around the back of my thigh and gripping me there, using his grasp to