Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 232

Daniel blinks at me for another second, I think a little appalled at my suggestion that he kill his uncle, before he sees the irony on my face and realizes that I’m making a dark joke. A bad joke, admittedly, but one I hope will break the tension.

Thankfully, Daniel does laugh, shaking his head and dropping it a little as he tugs at the bow tie around his neck. “It’s so insane, Fay,” he sighs, and when he continues to fiddle with the tie I brush his hand away and untie it for him.

“It is,” I say, leaning in to put a hand on his cheek and make him look at me. “Honestly, Daniel, there’s so much we don’t know. And nothing else we can do about it, at least until tomorrow. So should we just…”

“…Get really drunk? And not talk about it?” he finishes for me, and I grin at him, glad that we’re on the same page. “Hell yeah,” he says as the bartender comes back and places our two drinks in front of us.

We both grasp our glasses and clink them together as the bartender moves away, smiling at each other.

“To our engagement,” I say, feeling a little hysterical, “which has survived, somehow, despite all odds.”

“Our engagement,” Daniel agrees, smiling with one half of his mouth as he shakes his head and downs his drink, signaling to the bartender for two more. I laugh and toss my shot of tequila down, savoring the burn in my throat, wanting the relaxation and tender oblivion that it promises.

And then, impulsive, I lean closer to Daniel and press my mouth lightly to his, kissing him because I love him and because I’m grateful for him.

The kiss is sweet, short and easy, but Daniel laughs when I pull away, glancing around the room. “Come on, Fay,” he murmurs. “Cool it, or you’ll ruin my reputation here.”

I stare at him for a moment, confused, and then slowly I start to look around the room and realize that everyone around us at the bar or the little booths…everyone is sitting in same-sex couplings.

“Oh my god,” I breathe, my face breaking into an excited smile as I whip my face back to Daniel, thrilled. “Did you bring me to a gay speakeasy!?”

“Welcome to Green’s,” he says, giving me a little smirk and raising his newly-delivered second Manhattan to me. “The most discreet, private, and expensive gay club in our fair city.”

“Ohmygod,” I say again, so fast and excited that it’s all one word, looking around again, absolutely buzzing with curiosity. “Do you come here all the time? Why do they call you Mr. Green?”