Dad's Italian Mafia Friend (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 109)
DAD’S ITALIAN MAFIA FRIEND
AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE
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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.”