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

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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.” 

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“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. 

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“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. 

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. 

“This is amazing,” Ivan murmurs, taking another bite of a carne asada taco. “How did I not know that this place was here?” 

I give him a little wink. “Neighborhood secret,” I say, lifting my 

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beer to my mouth and taking a sip. “We don’t usually let outsiders 

in but,” I give him a surveying glance from head to foot, “for you, we’ll make an exception.” 

Ivan smirks at me. “Gracious of you,” he says, and then takes another bite, finishing his taco and reaching for another. 

I smile, pleased that he approves, and nestle a little further into the warmth of Ivan’s suit jacket. He spread over my shoulders when we got here, intuiting that I might get cold sitting outside. I watch 

Ivan as he eats, observing the tattoos on his forearms that are 

revealed by his rolled–up shirtsleeves. 

“What’s this one for?” I ask, pointing to an image of the Virgin Mary on the outside of his left arm, Ivan looks to where I’m 

pointing and then takes a moment to swallow before answering. 

“My dad,” he says, looking seriously into my face. “He died, about five years ago.” 

“I’m sorry,” I say, frowning and wondering, suddenly, what his life 

is actually like. All I know is that he’s the ambitious young prodigy 

of the underworld, and that he’s smart and powerful. But I have no idea, really, where he comes from or who he loves. 

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