Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 126

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.”

“Did Kent tell you that?” I ask.

“I told him to send the car to a restaurant I picked, and he said he was sending you here. Because it’s your favorite.” A slow, dangerous little smile starts to form on Ivan’s face.

“Yeah well,” I say, wrinkling my nose at him. “Kent doesn’t know me as well as he thinks he does.”

Ivan simply nods, his smile growing, and raises a hand to signal the valet to bring his car back.

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Thirty minutes later, Ivan and I are sitting on top of a picnic table in my old neighborhood, our feet resting on the bench and an enormous spread of tacos set out between us. I directed Ivan to drive here, knowing that my favorite food truck sets itself up on the edge of this little park on Tuesday nights. It’s dark out, but the owners have strung up some cheerful lights and are playing some traditional music. It’s not a busy night, either, so Ivan and I have the place mostly to ourselves.

It is, overall, kind of perfect.