Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 351

Daniel’s angry face twists but he purses his lips, listening to me. I hold my finger steady, staring up at him until he nods once and looks away. “Fine,” he says in a rush. “You’re right. I won’t do that again, and I didn’t mean it. But Fay, you’ve always had a soft spot for him, and he manipulates you.”

He looks back at me now, shaking his head and putting his hands on my shoulders as I drop my finger. “You chose a life, Fay. Didn’t you? A life with my dad, and with me? Ivan destroyed that life that you picked. I…I don’t want you to forget that. He’s charming, but he’s bitter, and he’s jealous.” Daniel shakes his head slowly.

And I resent it – every damn second of it.

Because Daniel? He’s doubting me.

And above all – I cannot have my team doubting me.

But as I consider how much I actually laughed with Ivan this afternoon…

I don’t know. Does Daniel have a point?

#Chapter 182 - A Steady Rhythm

“Okay,” I say, taking a step closer and nodding, looking up at Daniel. “I – I hear you about my soft spot, all right? I’ll be careful. But Daniel,” I say slowly, shaking my head, making him listen. “You either trust me or you don’t. I told you last night – I’m doing this because I love your dad. I’m not doing anything for Ivan, okay? And I’m going to need you to remember that in the upcoming weeks.”

Daniel sighs in relief but then he thinks about my words and snaps his gaze back to me, narrowing his eyes. “Wait, what are you saying?”

“What do you think I’m saying?”

“I am not into Ivan,” Daniel growls, making me smirk. Jerome laughs a little too, glancing at me. I wrinkle my nose at him.

“Wait,” Daniel says, storming into the living room and glaring around at all of us. “Are…are the rest of you into Ivan?”

“I am,” Janeen says freely, raising her hand. Jerome looks at his boyfriend stone-faced, not giving anything away. Daniel takes a step forward to interrogate further, but before he can my dad interrupts by clearing his throat.

As one, we all look into the kitchen to see my dad leaning against the counter. “Well,” he says, raising a beer to his lips, “I’m not, but I have to say – if I was one of the gays? I wouldn’t kick him out of bed.”

Janeen and I howl with laughter as Daniel’s jaw drops. My dad gives Daniel a wink and then takes a long sip of his beer. “Good looking kid,” dad murmurs, chuckling and coming into the living room, giving Daniel a pat on the shoulder as he goes.