Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 317

When I open the front door to my shore house, I’m a little appalled – but somehow, not surprised - to see Ivan standing there.

“Are you serious,” I growl, moving to slam the door shut.

But he throws out an arm, stopping me. “I just want to talk, Fay.”

I stare up at him, hatred all over my face. “Where was all the talking, Ivan, in the past few days before you destroyed my life?”

“I didn’t destroy anything,” he snaps back, his temper rising as he leans forward to glare down at me. “Kent did that. But somehow, I’m the bad guy?”

“Yeah, Ivan,” I hiss, staring up at him. “People who lie to me for months about their entire identity are the bad guy –“

“I was undercover!” he shouts, starting to lose his cool. “It was my job!”

I open my mouth to throw something back at him, but my dad’s cool voice cuts me off.

“Can I help you, young man?” he asks, and I turn to see my dad with his arms crossed, looking Ivan up and down unhappily.

“Sir,” Ivan says, standing up straight and looking a little chagrined to have been caught yelling at this man’s daughter. “Apologies sir. I’m Detective Kaminski. I’ve been…involved in the Lippert case for several years now. I’m…acquainted with your daughter.”

“He means he’s in love with her!” Janeen’s voice calls down from upstairs

My cheeks instantly burn with embarrassment and when I look back at Ivan I see that his are too.

“Well then,” my dad says, his eyebrows nearly to his hairline as he moves back to clear the path to the stairs. “Guess you should come inside, my boy.”

I scowl at Ivan as he passes me, but shut the door behind him.

“How did you even know where I live,” I murmur to him as I we climb the stairs after my dad.

“Why are you being so ridiculous, Fay?” Ivan says, losing his temper again almost immediately. I consider him, realizing that I’ve never seen him this worked up – not even that day in the stable. “I did this for you – for –“ he glances at Daniel, “for us –“

“What!?” I exclaim, shocked. “Ivan, you did this for you – for your fucking job, for your father –“

“That was the start of it,” he agrees, staring intensely down at me, not looking at anyone else anymore. “But the end of it – moving now, getting him out now? I was setting you free –“

I take a step closer to Ivan, glaring up into his face and speaking between clenched teeth. “I did not ask you to set me free – I am not some ridiculous caged bird! I wanted to be there –“

“He had you locked up!” Ivan exclaims, getting heated now, “tied into that ridiculous contract!”

“Contract?” I hear Daniel ask, but I ignore him.

“That’s all bullshit, Ivan,” I say, placing a hand on his chest and shoving, hard. “I made my choice – weeks ago. I picked him.”