Chapter 0082
Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad
They had nodded their confirmation and then we had left.
Now, weâre forty-five minutes out of the city, heading away from the stables and towards the beach. I
can already smell the salt on the air. I love the beach â I always have, despite my lily-white skin and my
tendency to burn as red as a lobster. Thereâs just something about the beach that just calls to me.
We pull up to the indicated spot and Daniel puts a hand on my arm when I eagerly reach for the door,
indicating that I should wait a moment before getting out of the car. I pause, then, watching the guards
climb out of the front seat and the car behind us, sweeping the area in order to make sure that weâre
secure.
When we get the nod from them, Daniel and I climb out and I look around, studying the scene.
I had expected, really, to be taken to a beach house â my father, Iâve heard, owns several. But, instead,
weâre at a private beach far away from any buildings. Itâs just us and the sea, and itâs really very, very
beautiful.
There are plenty of people milling around â some I recognize as family members whom I had met at
the party. Others, though, are completely foreign to me.
One man in particular catches my eye. Heâs young â perhaps my age, or just a little older than me. He
has tanned skin and bleach-blonde hair, but what is really eye-catching about him is that heâs covered
in tattoos â almost from head to foot. Theyâre all black and white, matching his casual, sporty attire, and
I can tell â even from a distance â that each tattoo was carefully considered and finely done.
As I stare at him, he turns and looks directly at me. He doesnât flinch at all, but instead looks almostâ¦
unsurprised. That I might stare at him. As I continue to look, he smirks a little and raises his beer to me.
Which, of course, makes me realize that I am just standing here staring at this guy.
Which, of course, makes me blush.
I turn to Daniel, then, trying to cover up my discomfort by remembering the security of him at my side.
âReady?â I ask.
Daniel shrugs and sighs. âInto the lionâs den we go,â he says, and we walk forward onto the beach.
âFay!â My father says, coming forward. Heâs dressed in swim trunks and a Hawaiian-print shirt, which
surprises and startles me, just a little. This is a big, Italian man â I havenât seen him in anything less
than an Armani suit yet, so such an abrupt change isâ¦well, itâs abrupt.
He comes forward and gives me a kiss, shaking Danielâs hand without a word about the uninvited
guest. âWelcome,â he says, âhave a drink! Make yourself at home!â
A waiter comes forward, then, offering a tray of soft and hard drinks. I select a can of spiked lemonade
while Daniel takes a coke.
Alden opens his mouth to say more when Romulus runs up to us. âHi Fay!â he says, waving to me,
apparently genuinely excited to see me. I lean down to greet him, excited as well.
âHey, Rom,â I say, reaching out to ruffle his hair. âAre you having fun?â
âYes!â he says, excited, but then he turns his attention to Daniel. âBut weâre one short for volleyball, do
you know how to play?â
âSure, kid,â he says, smiling at Romulus and handing me his drink. âLead the way.â