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  DAD’S ITALIAN MAFIA FRIEND

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

  _______________________

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 109

  FLORA FERRARI

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series

  Dad's Italian 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

  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

  DAD’S ITALIAN MAFIA FRIEND

  My dad gambles away $50,000 and it’s up to me to get it back. But when I meet the man he owes it to, I owe it to myself to be careful.

  He’s dangerous, powerful, and his reputation precedes him. But all he wants to know is if anyone has preceded him, when it comes to his need to be my first…and only.

  Now I’m in deep with my dad’s Italian mafia friend, and I have to submit to him for the next two and a half weeks in order for my dad’s debt to be cleared. But in that time, he makes it crystal clear that he’s the only man for me now and forever more…and even though our time is up he’s not letting me out from underneath him…ever.

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

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  CHAPTER 1

  Sloane

  I flinch, my muscles tensing and my eyes closing as I hear a loud thud coming from downstairs.

  Then the yelling starts.

  Tiptoeing into the hallway I see my dad nearly in the fetal position as he lays crumpled on the floor, his hand raised to cover his face.

  My pulse races and I’m nearly hyperventilating as my body freezes in a state of shock. I can hear my heartbeat thrashing in my ears and feel my teeth grinding due to my clenched jaw. But I can’t move.

  “I told you no more fucking chances,” my dad’s best friend, Stefano, says through gritted teeth as he towers over him.

  “But it was a sure—” my dad whimpers, but is quickly cut off.

  “It was a sure thing because I made it a sure fucking thing you idiot.”

  Stefano’s eyes are narrowed as he stares down at the sorry excuse of a man my dad looks like right now.

  Cracking his knuckles and rolling up his sleeves, Stefano moves closer, grabbing my dad by the back of his collar and literally tossing him across the room and into the side of the couch.

  What the…?

  Stefano must be at least six foot seven and over two hundred and fifty pounds. He looks like the Italian equivalent of Tom Hiddleston…with a whole lot more muscles and ink.

  His nostrils flare and I can hear his noisy breathing from way up here, as he marches over toward my dad, whose face is white as a sheet, the vein in his neck visibly beating beneath his skin around all the tendons which are stretched.

  Stefano reaches down, his shoulder muscles firing underneath his white tank top as he grabs my dad and heaves him across the floor, literally mopping the floor with him.

  “You bet fifty large on a Serie C football match on my website and then you called up your credit card company and report the charge as fraud, you little fuck.”

  “I didn’t know it was your site,” my dad says in a shrill voice, his eyes rapidly blinking as he says something under his breath. Is he pleading, or talking to himself?

  Or mumbling a prayer?

  “You know how hard it is to get an offshore credit card processor in the first place?” Stefano questions, with a sweeping arm gesture and his feet planted firmly on the ground, far apart.

  My dad rapidly shakes his head no, but it looks more like a muscle spasm.

  “You don’t fucking know because you’ve never done anything meaningful with your life. Look at you, you sorry sack of shit,” Stefano taunts his eyes tightening. “And not only that, you try and gamble with your soon to be ex-wife’s credit card because you’re too chickenshit to do it in your own name.”

  “It’s not that, Stefano.”

  “Oh, it’s not?” His lips curl and his face reddens. My dad’s obviously not doing himself any favors by opening his mouth.

  “And she’s not my ex-wife.”

  “Oh, that’s right, because you were too much of a chickenshit to even put a ring on her finger even though she gave you a child…a child whose last name isn’t even the same as yours.” He pauses. “You’re a fuckin’ pussy, you know that?”

  “I know. I know. I’m sorry, it’s just—“

  “Yeah, you are sorry. That’s the only thing you’re right about, and Vinny and Donnie were right when they told me I should have whacked you years ago. They told me you were a loser and nothing but trouble, but I always stood up for you and look where that’s gotten me.”

  “I’m sorry, Stefano.”

  “You know half of those damn Italian C league matches are fixed and you still bet anyways. What the fuck were you thinking?”

  “Exactly! I thought this was my chance to make some money, to show you I do understand sports gambling and I am a smart guy.”

  “You’re an idiot, you know that. You know my family was behind the 2006 Italian football scandal. We fixed matches at the top level so you know we can fix matches at the lower level you dumb shit.”

  I cringe, hating hearing someone speak to my dad that way, but Stefano is right. My dad is a fuck up. I would never say it out loud because he’s my dad and I love him, but it’s true.

  What else is true is that I feel like my lips are sewn shut and my feet are stuck in concrete blocks, like the kind I’ve read about the mafia-run Italian labor unions attaching to their victims before they throw them overboard in some backwater swamp.

  “Who gave you this hot tip?” Stefano wants to know. “Wait,” he says, raising his big hand, the digits thick and covered in calluses which I can see from all the way up here. “Let me guess. One of the other loser parents at the Saturday soccer match you go to?”

  My dad nods.

  This is not getting better…at all.

  “Because I had that bug put in that fool’s ear so I could get some action on the other side, even out the betting that we, the house, wanted to do on our own site…and wipe him the fuck out.” He pauses. “Even after all these years, you still don’t know how this works. I’m Italian. I’m from Italy. You’re my best friend, but you don’t come to me first.”

  “I was scared.”

  “Scared? Scared of what? That I was going to tell you to put your money back in your pocket and leave this game to the big boys? Scared that I was going to save you fifty large and this beating that’s nowhere near done?”

  “Please, Stefano,” dad pleads.

  “Don’t please me, bitch. Get on your feet and fight me like a man. Hell, you think this is bad? Wait until I have to get on the phone with the guys back home and explain that the charge is attempting to be reversed and I know the guy who did it.”

  “You’re gonna do that for me?”

  “Why you little shit,” Stefano says, grabbing my dad again and throwing him into the far wall before stomping over to get him again.

  “All you care about is yourself, and you don’t learn. Why don’t you think of that little girl of yours for once? Huh?” he says, pulling him up by the shoulders and looking him right in the eye before shaking him. I can’t lie, my dad does need someone to shake some sense into him, and Stefano is the most obvious choice.

  “I was thinking of her,” he says, his face turned and his eyes closed as he can’t even look Stefano in the eyes.

  “You’re disgusting,” Stefano says, dropping my dad and brushing his palms across one another as if to wipe off any trace of my dad off his hands. “I don’t even want to touch you.”

  “So that’s it?”

  Stefano shakes his head and I can’t help but to do the same. My dad still hasn’t learned his lesson.

  Realizing that my motor skills have come back, I pop my eyes open wide and then do the same with my mouth, bringing me back to the moment and into my own body. It was like I’d stepped out of it momentarily and was watching this beatdown from afar, like I wasn’t even inside myself.

  “Apparently not, if you still haven’t learned,” Stefano says grabbing him. “Once an addict, always an addict.”

  Stefano looks at the far wall as he rocks back on his heels, preparing to toss my father farther than he has yet.

  And ironically, right into the oversized picture of Stefano at my little sister’s baptism, becoming her godfather.

  “Enough!” I yell, stomping my foot.

  Stefano’s eyes dart up to me and he drops my dad on the floor, his arms staying stretched back and out.

  “Who the fuck are you?”

  CHAPTER 2

  Stefano

  All movement inside me, inside this house, ceases except my heart, which jackknifes in my chest.

  My shoulders drop and all tension leaves my body, my jaw going slack as I take a big inhale of air and slowly release it.

  I should feel lightheaded with that shot of oxygen to my brain, but I feel anything but. I feel more focused than I ever have in my life.

  My eyes locked on her, my lids completely forgetting to blink even once as I stand there, still a
s a stone as I don’t want to interrupt this surreal moment.

  Without even realizing it my feet move forward, to the part of the living room which is closer to where she stands upstairs. I want her directly above me so she can jump over that railing and into my arms.

  What the…?

  I feel goosebumps for the first time in I don’t remember how long and for the first time ever I want to slap myself for feeling like I’m in some damn Disney movie or something.

  This never happens to me.

  Never.

  I have women practically throwing themselves at me twenty-four seven and I have no interest in them.

  Blonde bimbos with big fake boobs? No thanks.

  Brunettes that are the daughters of the most dangerous men in Milan? I’ll pass.

  Aristocratic kids, models, fashionistas, Instagram girls with millions of followers? Not interested in any of them.

  But her?

  Her.

  There’s something different about her…something very, very different.

  “Sloane,” she says. “Stephan’s other daughter.”