Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad
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.
“It’s all right,” Ivan replies, shrugging it off. “We all have our trauma. He was a good guy.” He gives me a little smirk as he looks me in the eye. “He’d have liked you, though, for sure. He loved redheads.”