Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story

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“Fay,” the one at the front says. It’s a guy I’ve seen a hundred times in Kent’s kitchen having breakfast, but I don’t know his name yet. “It’s time to go home now.” 

I don’t say anything, just quickly shoot back my shot, flinching 

and wiping my mouth with my arm. 

Ivan smirks at Kent’s guys, placing his still–full drink back onto the bar. “Nice afternoon we’re having, isn’t it?” he says, cheeky. 

The men ignore him, their eyes fixed on me. 

I grimace and turn to Ivan. “I’d better go,” I say, sad to see it end. 

“I get it,” Ivan says, hopping up from his seat and putting a hand out to help me down, which I accept. “If he’d sent one, I could 

take ‘em,” he says, “but six?” 

I laugh a little, nodding in agreement, my eyes fixed on his face as I hop down from my stool. 

“A pleasure, Fay,” he says, surprising me then by raising my hand, still in his, to his mouth and pressing a kiss to my knuckles, his 

eyes on mine the entire time. 

“Thank you,” I say, fascinated by him, my words hardly more than 

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“Fay,” the one at the front says. It’s a guy I’ve seen a hundred times in Kent’s kitchen having breakfast, but I don’t know his 

name yet. “It’s time to go home now.” 

I don’t say anything, just quickly shoot back my shot, flinching and wiping my mouth with my arm. 

Ivan smirks at Kent’s guys, placing his still–full drink back onto the bar. “Nice afternoon we’re having, isn’t it?” he says, cheeky. 

The men ignore him, their eyes fixed on me. 

I grimace and turn to Ivan. “I’d better go,” I say, sad to see it end. 

“I get it,” Ivan says, hopping up from his seat and putting a hand 

out to help me down, which I accept. “If he’d sent one, I could 

take ‘em,” he says, “but six?” 

I laugh a little, nodding in agreement, my eyes fixed on his face as 

I hop down from my stool. 

“A pleasure, Fay,” he says, surprising me then by raising my hand, 

still in his, to his mouth and pressing a kiss to my knuckles, his eyes on mine the entire time. 

“Thank you,” I say, fascinated by him, my words hardly more than 

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a whisper. “It was…I’ll never forget today.” 

“Hopefully you won’t have to,” he murmurs, letting my hand go and putting his in his pocket. “I hope that we have lots more aftemoons, just like this.” 

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I smile at him, then, even as Kent’s guy gently takes my arm and guides me out of the bar. 

Ivan’s face is the last thing I see before the door closes and I turn towards the street, blinking in the sunlight. 

“Come on, miss,” the guy says, leading me over to a black SUV idling in the road next to Ivan’s car. “He’s not happy.” 

“He never is,” I murmur, looking out the window at the bar as we 

drive away. 

The trip passes quickly, lost in my thoughts as I am. I barely notice 

the city passing by as we drive through it. When we get back to 

the house, though, I do notice when the driver turns to pull in front 

of the house, instead of to the garages around the side and back. 

I’m about to open my mouth to ask about the change when the 

car comes to a stop, Kent’s guy next to me opening the door and 

getting out. 

And then, as soon as he moves so that I can see the front of the 

house, I know why. 

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He’s standing there, at the top of the steps in front of his front 

door, his arms crossed across his chest as they always are when 

he’s pissed at. He glares at me as I guiltily climb out of the car, 

meeting his eye. 

“Good luck,” Kent’s guy murmurs, closing the car door behind me 

and walking around to the other side. “You’re going to need it.” 

And as I stare at Kent up there, at the top of the stairs? 

I know he’s right. 

“Fay,” Kent calls, from the top of the stairs. “Inside. Now.” 

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