Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 313

“Brunettes,” I murmur, my eyes a little cruel as I smirk at him.

flash from the horse to me, and I see a smirk come back on his face a little bit.

His

eyes

“Sure,” he says, quiet. “I can handle a Brunette or two. Though I prefer a redhead.”

I can’t help the little smile that curls my lips. “Heathcliff’s a redhead,” I say, nodding to my horse. “And you’ve only been rude to him, when the whole point of today was for you to come and meet him.”

“Really, Fay,” Ivan says, his voice dry. “That was the whole point of today? To meet Heathcliff?”

“Sure,” I answer, taking a step closer to him, holding his gaze. And then there’s just a long moment of silence where we just… look at each other.

And the tension between us builds and builds.

My smile grows a little when Ivan’s the one to break it.

“Fay,” he breathes, taking a step closer to me, his mouth falling open with my name on his lips.

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anything else, I hold up a finger between us, making him

silent pause before I hear Jerome sigh and see him step into sight right outside

Fay,” Jerome answers, his arms crossed over his chest as he stares at me from the

get my phone?” I ask, blinking innocently at him. “I think I left

his head at

snap, returning his glare. And then he sighs and, muttering something about trouble, stalks away

instantly closes the distance between us. “Look at you, Fay,” he says, standing over me now, so close that I can feel the warmth his body gives off. “Coming into your own little mafia wife status, aren’t

I whisper, earning a little. laugh, which

twitch, as if he wants to put them on me, but he doesn’t, and I bite

asks, his voice softer than I

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you want to be here, Ivan?” I whisper back.

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Fay,” he snaps, his voice still low as he looks back towards the door, back towards where Jerome disappeared. “Do you want me to take you out of here? Get you away from them?”

Ivan thought I called him here today. And it’s the truth – I do not want to be taken away. I just –

me, frustrated. “Fuck, Fay!

honestly a

shoulders, leaning down to look directly in my eyes. “Yes, Fay, you’re being a real god damn