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  DAD’S IRISH MAFIA FRIEND

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

  _______________________

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 110

  FLORA FERRARI

  KATHY KRAY

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series

  Dad's Irish Mafia Friend

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  Series

  Newsletter

  COPYRIGHT

  Copyright © 2019 by Flora Ferrari.

  All Rights Reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  Book 1: Baby Lust

  Book 2: Veteran

  Book 3: Built

  Book 4: Bambino

  Book 5: Rescued

  Book 6: Leader

  Book 7: Professor

  Book 8: Burned

  Book 9: Worldly

  Book 10: Pistol

  Book 11: Policed

  Book 12: Driven

  Book 13: Lucky 13

  Book 14: Lumberjacked

  Book 15: Protector

  Book 16: Carpenter

  Book 17: Italian Stallion

  Book 18: Gardener

  Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin

  Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 21: Cocky CFO

  Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th

  Book 23: Mechanic

  Book 24: SEAL’s Secret

  Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch

  Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina

  Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy

  Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol

  Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess

  Book 32: Statham

  Book 33: Bodyguard

  Book 34: Greek God

  Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter

  Book 36: Mountain Man

  Book 37: SEAL’s Justice

  Book 38: Royal Romance

  Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery

  Book 40: Crocodile Dan D

  Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby

  Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby

  Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter

  Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door

  Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace

  Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny

  Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter

  Book 49: Steamy

  Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend

  Book 51: Possessive Professor

  Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter

  Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby

  Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day

  Book 55: Doctor Next Door

  Book 56: Possessive Policeman

  Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter

  Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter

  Book 59: Virgin in New York

  Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby

  Book 61: Possessive Protector

  Book 62: Possessive Australian

  Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother

  Book 64: Possessive Cowboy

  Book 65: Summer Romanced

  Book 66: Possessive Prince

  Book 67: Lovers’s Enemy

  Book 68: Cop’s Best Friend

  Book 69: Possessive Firefighter

  Book 70: Football Next Door

  Book 71: Doctor December

  Book 72: Possessive Canadian

  Book 73: Blue Collar Billionaire

  Book 74: Possessive K-9 Cop

  Book 75: Possessive Brazilian

  Book 76: Hockey Obsession

  Book 77: Possessive Boston Irish American MMA Fighter

  Book 78: Halloween Next Door

  Book 79: Possessive Russian

  Book 80: Baseball Mine

  Book 81: Cop’s Caribbean Captive

  Book 82: Instalove Island

  Book 83: Dad’s Best Friend

  Book 84: Thanksgiving with Dad’s Boss

  Book 85: Possessive Italian Neighbor

  Book 86: Possessive Portuguese

  Book 87: Possessive Christmas Cop

  Book 88: Russian’s Obsession

  Book 89: Possessive Doctor’s Christmas

  Book 90: Possessive Parisian Pilot

  Book 91: U.K. Boxing Day

  Book 92: Jealous Russian Stalker

  Book 93: Italian Mountain Man

  Book 94: Aggressive Russian

  Book 95: Possessive Valentine

  Book 96: Possessive Hunter

  Book 97: Dad’s Russian Mafia Friend

  Book 98: Russian Teacher

  Book 99: Australian Obsession

  Book 100: Russian Next Door

  Book 101: Dad’s Irish Friend

  Book 102: Nanny for the Russian Mafia

  Book 103: Best Friend’s Dad

  Book 104: Basketball Babymaker

  Book 105: Possessive Veterinarian

  Book 106: Brother’s Fireman Friend

  Book 107: Brother’s Canadian Cowboy Friend

  Book 108: Summer Vacation with Dad’s Best Friend

  Book 109: Dad’s Italian Mafia Friend

  Book 110: Dad’s Irish Mafia Friend

  DAD’S IRISH MAFIA FRIEND

  My dad's best friend is an Irish gangster… and he's woken up desires in me I never had before.

  When my dad dies suddenly, making his best friend my guardian, I come to Dublin to find him. From the moment we meet, I know my first time has to be his.

  But I'm clueless about the Irish underworld I stumble into, and the reasons my dad left the city before I was born.

  Out to protect me, and then to possess me, the only way he can keep me safe from dad's enemies is to claim me as his own.

  Will this older man risk everything to keep this younger woman forever, or is a happy ever after too much to hope
for once the debt to my dad's been paid?

  *Dad’s Irish Mafia Friend is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

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  CHAPTER 1

  Kaitlin

  Raindrops streaked down the window as soon as we started to descend. I pinched my nose and swallowed hard against the bubble of pressure building in my ears.

  My first glimpse of Ireland was cloaked in clouds.

  Everything looked about as grey as the tarmac landing strip, which was fine by me. This was no holiday.

  I was out of my seat the moment the seat-belt sign pinged off. I hadn't slept on the flight, and maybe I'd regret it later, but I was too pumped up with adrenaline to care. The whole journey I'd been rehearsing just exactly what I was going to say to Garrett Brannigan once I found the sonnovabitch.

  I'd been rehearsing it for months, dreaming about what I was going to say to him and I didn't want any more delays.

  What kind of man didn't even come to the funeral of his supposed best friend? What kind of man refused to pick up his phone and wouldn't respond to the emails of his deceased friend's daughter?

  Some friend. Some man.

  Dad must have thought he was all that, but when I found him I was going to give him such a piece of my mind.

  I couldn't get off the plane fast enough.

  My father's sealed letter to Garrett was burning a hole in the pocket of my hoodie, and I was freaking well going to make sure the man got it in person. I'd told my lawyer as much before I told him I was done with his services.

  I'd left on my American passport, but I had my brand new Irish passport in my hand as I joined the fast-moving EU Only line at passport control. The gold harp on the front was shiny and the cover didn't have a single crease in the deep red.

  Thank God for dual nationality.

  The man in the booth smiled at me as he checked my picture against the jet-lagged version of me standing in front of him in sweatpants, my red-brown hair scraped back in a messy bun, glasses perched on my freckled nose, greasy and grouchy from over ten hours stuck in coach.

  "Welcome home Ms Kearney. Did you have a good holiday?"

  "Huh?" My brain grated into gear. "Oh. No, it's my first time here. My parents were both from Ireland."

  I couldn't have cared less about Dad's stupid never go back rule.

  That might have been all well and good before he decided to make it impossible for me to touch my college fund, but like hell I was going to sit on my hands and bankroll the money-grubbing lawyer's trip to Dublin to track Brannigan down for me, charging me for every damn hour, when I could do it perfectly well myself.

  Besides, it didn't count as going back when I'd never been to the country in my entire life. How could it?

  They were Dad's ridiculous grudges, not mine.

  The man handed me my passport back. "Well enjoy your stay."

  "Thanks."

  My smile almost cracked. Enjoying myself was the last thing I had time for.

  Before all this, I'd thought trust funds were something for Hollywood rich kids. Then the lawyer I didn't even know Dad had employed started telling me that this man I'd never met all the way back in Ireland had control over how I spent my money until I turned twenty one.

  I swear to God, I loved my father, but if he hadn't been dead, I would have killed him myself.

  What had he been thinking? I didn't have anything of my own in San Francisco. The house was in the company's name, and the company was in the damn trust too and that meant I couldn't do a thing about it when they terminated the lease.

  There was no one who gave the smallest shit about me. No family to stay with while I got my head together. Nothing. He’d tied everything up in the trust because of some antiquated fatherly protection bullshit and then the worst had happened, he’d had a heart attack.

  I hadn't seen it coming. Dad hadn't either, or he'd have figured out something better than the bullshit inheritance plan the lawyer read out to me. I bet he didn't even think it through. I bet the scum-sucker just told him that trust funds were something people put in place to safeguard their kids while they were still young.

  Dad would have liked that. He always liked the idea he was looking after me, even when we both knew it was the other way around.

  But I was nineteen, not fifteen. I didn't need a freaking stranger telling me what to do. Least of all one who was on the other side of an ocean and didn't pick up his phone!

  Did he think I was going to blow the lot on Prada handbags and Manolo Blahniks? I couldn't understand it.

  I had to sort it all out as soon as possible.

  All I needed was for my dad's mystery friend to sign over the rights to my own money, and then I could go to college, like I was supposed to. I could sort myself out on my own, like I always had, and finally start living my life again.

  After half my teens moving around while Dad sorted his business out, always being pulled out of school and going to the next town, college was supposed to be my chance to have a normal life.

  There was no way I was giving that up because Garrett freaking Brannigan didn't pick up his damn phone.

  Garrett

  Sean O'Rourke stood outside my sister's hotel, Finnegan's, clutching his clipboard in one hand and a black umbrella in the other.

  The lights of my gunmetal Lotus Evora flashed as I locked it and Sean's eyes darted up to track me as I crossed the street, pocketing the key. Despite the rain, I stopped to squint into the window of the Garda van parked obnoxiously across the entrance. The back already had a couple of clear plastic boxes full of spirit bottles stacked up in it but the officers must have been inside again going over the place like the rats that they were.

  "If you wanted a free drink, Sean, you should have called me. You won't find anything for you lot in here."

  The past few years the Criminal Assets Bureau had been seizing anything they deemed to be proceeds of crime. All over the city they'd been going after anything and anyone they could link to the Kilpatricks' gang, but they were scraping the barrel coming here.

  The smug git had turned up first thing, right in the middle of half a dozen plates of sunny side up. Brigid had been half hysterical when she called. Most of her guests had checked out as soon as they started going through the place.

  Used to be behaviour like that was frowned upon in this city, but Dublin's changed.

  "We're going to get you Brannigan. One of these days, we're going to get you."

  "Oh, I doubt that Sean. I'm an upstanding Irish citizen. Same as the rest of my family. Didn't y'hear?"

  I offered him my best snarl as I pulled the front door open and a rush of warm dry air met me.

  Rumor had it, O'Rourke was on the Tiernan payroll. I didn't put any stock in that. The man was too full of moral rectitude to be a dirty cop, and too much of a coward to go that far against the Kilpatricks that he'd willingly sign up with their rivals.

  The eejit thought he'd get lucky if he poked around long enough, but he was wrong about that, just like he'd been wrong about the boxing gym and my house and my car. I was smarter than that. I had to be.

  He wasn't going to find the paper trail he needed to impound anything of mine for longer than twenty four hours. And he sure as hell wasn't going to get anything at all poking into my sister's business.

  Inside, over at the bar, a couple of Gardaí were taking all the liquor bottles off the shelves. Brigid's lips were pinched into a tight, thin line and she stood there, rotating her wedding band on her finger like she was trying to wear the shine off it.

  Her eyes burned into me. "Is this because of you?"

  I shrugged. "You're the one let 'em in."

  She tilted her head, her thin arms folding across her chest
and her eyes narrowed. "What would you have me do," she hissed. "Barricade the door? I told you I don't want any trouble here Garrett."

  "Relax Brigid. You know yourself they're just throwing their weight around. Trying to scare you."

  "No. They're walking off with half the bar, talking to my daughter in the back, and scaring off my customers, that's what they're doing!"

  The carefully relaxed smile I'd fixed on my face as soon as I saw Sean snapped back to a solid neutral. The muscles in my jaw rippled as I clenched my teeth.

  "What are they doing talking to Nora?"

  Brigid's girl was barely out of college. They had no business dragging her into any of this. I'd always been careful to keep her out of it. She was an innocent, just like Kearney's daughter was, and the both of them deserved to stay that way.

  It was one of the reasons I liked Kearney. We had the same kind of moral code, even if that seemed to be ancient history the way Dublin was run these days. It still bothered me that he'd not shown for our last meeting, but I stuck to the plan. No paper trail, no tangible links. I'd get a letter if the worst had happened. That was the only way to know for sure and until then, sitting tight was the only option.

  Doing nothing wasn't easy. One way or another, I wanted to find out what had happened to my friend, but unless I got the CAB off my back, I couldn't look into anything.