Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story
Chapter 0348

Chapter 0348

“My home,” I correct, walking to the fridge and pulling it open, grabbing a water bottle and then walking past Ivan, heading for theback 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 yourwife. 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.”

lvan’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 himoutside.

“I do not,” he replies with a sigh and a shrug. “Though I replace 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 thatI've got this handled. Daniel just settles on the couch, his arms crossed, staring out at us — apparently content to watcheverything we do.

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

“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 barelyvisible 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? Youhave me laughing.”

“It’s still me, Fay,” lvan says, leaning forward a little, holding my gaze. “I know that...that there’s been a lot of lies, andmisinformation. But...” he shakes his head, “you still know me. The connection we made over these past couple of months — itwas real.”

I sit back in my chair, looking away from him, still determined to hate him but...well, kind of believing what he says. That as muchas Ivan is a cop now, instead of a mafia boss, he’s still also the guy I formed such an intense connection with when I reallyneeded support.

It's complicated. It may always be complicated.

The fact that it's complicated doesn’t change anything at all but...well. It does make everything just a little bit more difficult, whichis not at all what I need.

“What are you even thinking about, Fay?” Ivan asks, interrupting my thoughts and making me blink and look at him.“What?” I ask.

“You just spaced out for a solid minute and a half,” he says. “What are you thinking?”

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“Lie,” he says, giving me a little wink.

I sigh, looking down into my lap for a second. “You always could tell when I was lying, Ivan,” I murmur.“Because I know you, Fay,” he says, leaning forward, eager.

I look up into his eyes again. “Why are you here, Ivan?”

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“Why on earth do you want that?” I ask, my voice soft because...I’m not sure I’m ready for his answer.

“Because,” he says, his voice equallysoft, as if he’s not sure he’s read

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My lips curl up into a very small, very hesitant smile.

And I let him see it.