Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 348

“My home,” I correct, walking to the fridge and pulling it open, grabbing a water bottle and then walking past Ivan, heading for the back deck. “Come on,” I say, waving to him.

“Fay,” Daniel snaps, making me look over my shoulder at him, but I don’t stop. “Are you actually going to talk to him?”

“Don’t be jealous,” Ivan says, walking backwards to grin at Daniel as he follows me towards the deck. “I’m only chatting with your wife. Not your boyfriend.”

Daniel growls and lunges forward but Jerome easily catches his arm, holding him back and laughing a little. “Come on, Danny,” Jerome murmurs. “Don’t rise to the bait that easy.”

Ivan’s still smiling as he turns to me where I stand at the back slider, my eyebrows raised. “Do you have to?” I ask, gesturing him outside.

“I do not,” he replies with a sigh and a shrug. “Though I find it very hard to resist.”

I shake my head at Ivan as I slide the door shut behind him, making eye contact with Daniel and nodding so that he knows that I’ve got this handled. Daniel just settles on the couch, his arms crossed, staring out at us – apparently content to watch everything we do.

Jerome, to his credit, settles beside Daniel and picks up a magazine from the table, starting to flick through it. Janeen does the same.

“So,” Ivan says, settling back in his chair and giving me his patented satisfied smile. “How are you enjoying married life?”

“It’s great,” I snap, and then I nod my chin towards him. “What happened to your face?”

“Oh this?” Ivan asks, running a hand over the right side of his jaw, where a large bruise is fading from purple to green, just barely visible on his pale skin. He grins. “What do you think happened?”

“No way,” I say, leaning forward, my eyes going wide. “Kent punched you?”

“Punched the shit out of me,” he confirms, sighing and smirking at me. “He’s fast, for an old guy.”

I laugh a little and shake my head, a little pleased that Ivan underestimated Kent’s physicality and paid the price for it.

But after a moment, I look up at Ivan and cock my head to the side. “How do you do that?”

“Do what?” he asks, taking another sip of his lemonade.

“Disarm me like that?” I ask, genuinely curious. “I came into his house ready to hate you, and what, sixty seconds later? You have me laughing.”