Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0231

Daniel slides in with me and | lean against him as soon as he pulls the door shut, wanting his steady presence and his warmth. He wraps an arm around me as he gives the driver orders, though the address he tells him is certainly not home.

“Where are we going?” | ask, looking up at him.

“For a drink,” Daniel growls, glaring forward at nothing as the cab pulls away from the restaurant. “I need a drink.” | nod and settle against him, realizing that | very, very much want that as well right now.

Adrink sounds absolutely fucking perfect.

When we pull up to the address, | hesitate to follow when Daniel opens the door and steps out.

“Daniel,” | say, looking around at the dirty, apparently abandoned alley. “Are you sure this is...”

“Just come on, Fay,” he sighs, putting his forehead in his hand. | nod, trusting him and climbing out of the car as Daniel leans through the passenger window to hand the driver some cash. Then, once the driver pulls away again, Daniel walks to a steel door that’s painted a rusty shade of red, banging on it twice.

To my shock, the door opens quickly to reveal a short woman dressed in her own tuxedo, a red carnation pinned to her apel. “Ah, Mr. Green,” she says, smiling up at him with a slow smirk. “Welcome back.”

“Thank you,” Daniel murmurs, walking swiftly past her and pulling me with him by the hand. We walk about five feet forward, passing through a velvet curtain, and then my head is instantly on swivel as | gasp and look around at the incredible room, realizing that we're in an elaborate, secret speakeasy.

“Ohhh!” | say, my face breaking into a happy smile as | take in the gorgeous mahogany bar on the left side of the room and the small, discreet booths that are built into the other three walls. And then | gasp when | look up to take in the gigantic crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling as well as a second row of balcony seating, where people mingle much more than the intimate pairs downstairs.

Daniel pulls me over to the bar, where two seats seem to be waiting for us. I’m still marveling as | slide into mine.

“Daniel,” | breathe, taking in the velvet wallpaper, the intricate oil paintings on the wall that depict a variety of half-dressed people in salacious situations. “It's incredible here...”

He doesn’t respond, though, and when | turn to figure out why | see the very handsome bartender coming towards us.

“Hello, Mr. Green,” the bartender says, giving Daniel a slow and frankly intimate smile. “Welcome. What can we get for you tonight.”

“Manhattan,” Daniel replies, sharp, and then turns to me.

“And tequila,” | say, unable to help smiling at him, the char of this) lage serparenieaeriemin my shock and rage at Natalia and Alessi. Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

The bartender gives us a cute wink and heads away to get started on our drinks, and then Daniel turns to me.

“I'm so sorry, Fay,” Daniel breathes, reaching out to run a hand down arm, which | s deqherdatizeis? il cpyered by His jacket | slip the garment from my shoulders, tucking it over the back of my chair. Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

“It's not your fault, Daniel,” | say, but he doesn’t let me get any further.

“It never should have happened,” he growls, looking away Eel meana \ sng irsrmn ef same way h tal er does. “I could kill them.” Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

“Well,” | say, quirking my head to the side a bit. “You could kill them. Considering that’s what they suggest you do to my father.”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Daniel, shocked, just turns to me and stares.