Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad
Chapter 260

I bite Ivan one last time for good measure and he snaps a curse, whipping his hand from my mouth. Instantly I scurry away from him, rocking a little in the unbalance van that's flying down the road - going even faster than Italians usually drive, which is saying "What the f**k, Ivan!?" I gasp, staring at him in appalled shock.

something.

What even-

How-

I just stare at him, shaking my head, struggling to comprehend the sight of him here - in front of me - in Italy - in a van into which he just pulled me - kidnapping me -

"Surprised to see me, Fay?" he asks, rubbing at his hand and glaring at me from his spot sitting on the floor of the empty delivery van.

"You jackass," I growl, suddenly getting very pissed and scooting forward - the puppy still in my arms - and delivering a sharp kick to his thigh.

"Ow!" he shouts.

I kick him again, harder.

"Fay! Fucking stop!"

"No!" I shout, leaning forward and starting to smack him. "You kidnapped me! And I'm pregnant - like very pregnant! You could have hurt the baby!"

Ivan covers his head as I rain blows on him. "Ow! Fuck, Fay! Stop it!"

"Let me out!"

Ivan gets over his pain and surprise and grabs my wrist, twisting it a little so that I gasp and do as he says, stopping.

"I'm not letting you out," he growls. "You're coming with me. We have business to attend to."

I just shake my head at him, knowing that even if he lets my wrist go I'm completely at his mercy. God damn it, Kent should have taught me how to use a gun. Or a knife. Or something. But instead all I've got is this puppy- Suddenly I gasp, looking down at it.

"Oh my god," I say, looking into the dog's big brown eyes. "Oh, poor thing! You made me steal him away from his family!"

"You could have dropped it," Ivan grumbles.

"In the street!?" I glare at him, again appalled, and yank my wrist out of his hand, using my feet to push myself backwards away from him until my back is pressed up against the wall of the van. I wrap my arms around the puppy who gives an anxious little whine. His feet scramble a little in his very reasonable fear and so I do my best to comfort him, stroking his little head while I glare daggers at my ex.

He glares right back at me, clearly not feeling any guilt at all.

Except, his face changes after a long moment, and his eyes drift down to my stomach. "Seriously, though, are you all right? I didn't hurt -"

"You did," I snap. "I'm dying. Pull over the van, let me out."

He raises his eyes and glares at me again, any sympathy gone.

"I'm having the baby right now," I say dryly. "You have to take me back."

"Stop fucking around," he growls, shaking his head at me. "You need to take this seriously, Fay -"

"How can I take this seriously!?" I break in, leaning forward to glare at him. "My jealous ex just came and snatched me off the side of the road - it's like something out of a Mexican soap opera -"

"I'm not your ex!" he shouts, sitting up straight, looking horrified at the notion.

"Oh whatever," I say, leaning my shoulders back against the van wall and shaking my head at him. "You wish you were."

"Enough," he says, slicing a hand through the air, clearly pissed that I'm not trembling and begging him for my freedom, or however he expected me to act.

"No!" I shout, not even knowing what I'm objecting to anymore - just wanting to be contrary.

"Fay!" Ivan yells back, leaning forward, clearly pissed at me. "I'm taking you -"

"You're not taking me anywhere!" I cut in. After everything I've been though these past months, absolutely no part of me is scared of him anymore. He may have pulled some fast ones on us before, but I have been learning these past few months and Kent's initial assessment of Ivan? It was right.

Ivan's young, and he's bitter, and he's out for vengeance, all of which cloud his judgment. He's clever, but he's green.

"I'm in charge here," Ivan growls at me, pointing to his chest, and I smirk a little. Because anyone who is actually in charge? They don't have to remind the people they're trying to control. "And you have no recourse, and you're not getting out of this van except where I want you to, and when I want you to."

My scowl deepens now because on that he's right. Bodily, he does have me under his control. So, I've got to play his game for a while.

But...I can't help getting one last dig in first.

"Fine," I say, raising an eyebrow and shrugging. "But wherever you take me, Kent's going to find you, Ivan. And he's going to rip you to shreds."

"We'll see about that," Ivan says, leaning back against the wall perpendicular to mine and resting his arms on his knees, glaring over at me.

We're both silent for a long moment as I look down at my puppy and pet his sad little head. Poor thing, I think my heart wrenching for him. Because this is not a very good first day away from his mom, is it? I fold my legs and settle him into my lap, trying to make him as comfortable as possible.

"I can't believe you're worried about the puppy," Ivan murmurs, and when I look up at him he's shaking his head at me.

"Some of us have hearts, Ivan," I murmur.

"Really, Fay?" he says, his voice dry as he raises his eyebrows at me. "After what you did to your father? After what you did to me? You can seriously still claim to have a heart?"

"One, I have no idea what you're talking about. And two, you both," I say, pointing an accusing finger right at his face, "betrayed me first. So, get your shit straight there, Ivan. It's not my fault you underestimated my capacity for vengeance."

"And what did you think?" he asks, tilting his head at me. "I was just going to roll over and let you get away with it?"

"If you were smart you would have," I counter. "What does it even matter, Ivan? It's an eye for an eye - you betrayed me, I betrayed you. We're even. Why can't you just let me run away and hide, live my life in peace?"

"Because," he growls. "You stole my vengeance from under my nose, Fay. Lippert was the thing I wanted, and you took him."

"You don't have any proof of that," I sigh, blinking lightly at him. "I just got lucky - was wandering the streets of Sicily and then poof! There he was." I let a sarcastic little smile find my lips. "Like magic."

"Bullshit," he growls. I just shrug. He's not getting any confessions out of me - a*****e is probably wearing a wire anyway. I'm not stupid enough to say anything real.

We ride for a long moment in silence, kind of at a stalemate.

"So, what do we do, Fay Lippert?" he asks on a sharp little sigh.

"I don't know, Ivan Kaminski," I reply, my voice cold. "It's your kidnapping. What do you have planned?"

"I'll tell you," he says, "but first you have to agree to be compliant. This isn't going to work if you keep being such a bitch."

"Oh, spare me the insults, Ivan," I sigh, rolling my eyes at him. "Why would I do anything you want me to do?"

"Because," he says, leaning forward and looking at me evenly. "I have every intention of taking you back to your stupid little villa tonight. But for that to happen, you have to do what I say."

I study him, doing my best to discern if he's lying. I curse inwardly, wishing I'd mined Gio for more tips and tricks on this - he's way better at reading people than I am. But then slowly I nod, because what's the alternative? Just rolling around in this van all day, yelling at each other?

"Fine," I snap, lifting my chin like the mafia donna I am. "Where are you taking me?"

"To see someone very important," Ivan replies. "Who has quite an offer to lay at your feet."

I raise my eyebrows, intrigued.