Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 82

They had nodded their confirmation and then we had left.

Now, we’re forty-five minutes out of the city, heading away from the stables and towards the beach. I can already smell the salt on the air. I love the beach – I always have, despite my lily-white skin and my tendency to burn as red as a lobster. There’s just something about the beach that just calls to me.

We pull up to the indicated spot and Daniel puts a hand on my arm when I eagerly reach for the door, indicating that I should wait a moment before getting out of the car. I pause, then, watching the guards climb out of the front seat and the car behind us, sweeping the area in order to make sure that we’re secure.

When we get the nod from them, Daniel and I climb out and I look around, studying the scene.

I had expected, really, to be taken to a beach house – my father, I’ve heard, owns several. But, instead, we’re at a private beach far away from any buildings. It’s just us and the sea, and it’s really very, very beautiful.

There are plenty of people milling around – some I recognize as family members whom I had met at the party. Others, though, are completely foreign to me.

One man in particular catches my eye. He’s young – perhaps my age, or just a little older than me. He has tanned skin and bleach-blonde hair, but what is really eye-catching about him is that he’s covered in tattoos – almost from head to foot. They’re all black and white, matching his casual, sporty attire, and I can tell – even from a distance – that each tattoo was carefully considered and finely done.

As I stare at him, he turns and looks directly at me. He doesn’t flinch at all, but instead looks almost…unsurprised. That I might stare at him. As I continue to look, he smirks a little and raises his beer to me.

Which, of course, makes me realize that I am just standing here staring at this guy.

Which, of course, makes me blush.

I turn to Daniel, then, trying to cover up my discomfort by remembering the security of him at my side. “Ready?” I ask.