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  DAD’S ITALIAN MAFIA BOSS

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

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  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 132

  FLORA FERRARI

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  Series

  A Man Who Knows What He Wants

  Bratva Bear Shifters

  Lairds & Ladies

  Russian Underworld

  This Book

  Dad's Italian Mafia Boss

  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

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  Series

  A Man Who Knows What He Wants

  Bratva Bear Shifters

  Lairds & Ladies

  Russian Underworld

  Newsletter

  COPYRIGHT

  Copyright © 2020 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

  Book 111: Dad’s Football Friend

  Book 112: Possessing His Dancing Queen

  Book 113: Brother’s Cop Friend

  Book 114: Halloween With Dad’s Best Friend

  Book 115: Claimed By Her Boss

  Book 116: Possessive Rider

  Book 117: Dad’s Ex-Biker Buddy

  Book 118: Possessive Undercover Cop

  Book 119: Falling For Her Boss

  Book 120: Claiming His Fashionista

  Book 121: More Than Dad’s Best Friend

  Book 122: Thanksgiving With Dad’s Best Friend

  Book 123: Bossy Italian

  Book 124: Christmas With Dad’s Mafia Friend

  Book 125: Maid For The Italian Mafia

  Book 126: Nutcracker

  Book 127: Cowboy Cerrone

  Book 128: Chef’s Kiss

  Book 129: Claimed By The Russian

  Book 130: Bought By The Italian Mafia r />
  Book 131: Hot Nerd

  Book 132: Dad’s Italian Mafia Boss

  BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS

  Book 1: Dad’s Russian Mafia Bear Best Friend

  Book 2: Babysitter For Dad’s Russian Mafia Bear Friend

  Book 3: Dad’s Bratva Bear Friend

  LAIRDS & LADIES

  Book 1: Possessive Highlander

  Book 2: Taken By The Highlander

  RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD

  Book 1: Brooklyn Bratva

  Book 2: British Bratva

  Book 3: Bratva Billionaire

  DAD’S ITALIAN MAFIA BOSS

  Daniel’s the older man who just happens to be an Italian mob boss. Curvy Linda is his right hand man’s daughter, a younger woman with a crush on him that’s reached boiling point. First time innocence is about to get a hard lesson in matters of the heart.

  Loyalties will be tested, oaths made and the old family ways shaken to their core. Can Linda get her man and keep him, or is she walking the impossible tightrope between finding true love and becoming a pawn inside a dangerous obsession?

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

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  CHAPTER 1

  Daniel

  Without even opening the bag, I know its light. About a hundred grand light. I didn’t get to where I am by guessing; and the difference between a million and nine hundred thousand weight is…a hundred grand.

  “It’s short.” I clip, not even looking up.

  “I thought you’d like to know, Mr. Leoni. It being so…irregular.” Carlo says respectfully. He knows I’m busy, but also knows to interrupt me when things get irregular.

  “What else?” I ask, finally meeting his deep eyes, so dark the black matches the bags underneath. I can read him like a book.

  “He sent his kid. Said something about his treatment, about him not being able to make it in person.” Carlo studies his feet. I can tell he always takes it personally when he has to deliver other people’s bullshit.

  “His kid? I thought he-. Oh! Well,” I say, humoring the stench of fresh BS, “bring in his kid, let’s see what he has to say.” Carlo looks up, a pained look comes into his eyes. I light my cigar and put my feet up on my desk. Busy can wait, I love an entertaining story first thing in the morning.

  A hundred grand light. What is he, fuckin’ crazy?

  The doors open and close, then Carlo reappears. It takes a second for my eyes to see through the gray cloud of smoke, but I suddenly put my feet back on the floor, resting the three hundred dollar inferno in the marble ashtray.

  “Get out.” I say in a low voice. Carlo disappears, but a pair of blue eyes shift, unsure.

  “I just came in,” she says matter of fact.

  Is she grinning?

  Hoping I haven’t made a sound, I shift in my seat. I pick up my cigar again, I need to put something in my mouth to stop myself from crying out that I’m hers.

  Those clear blue eyes meet mine, searching. Looking for the moment I let her know she’s won. That she has me, but I can’t let it show. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

  If Carlo had interrupted me with: “And she’s the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen,” I would have broken his thumbs, but hearing myself think it; and feeling a stirring inside me I haven’t felt for a long time, I suddenly feel like I’ve lost more than a hundred grand.

  My eyes are fixed on her, giving her an intense look. Her eyes are almost dancing, as if she’s half way through a joke, but is still building up to deliver the punchline.

  “I understand your Father couldn’t make it,” I finally say, raising my brow. I’m deadly serious that someone would dare show up a hundred K light. I think she knows it too.

  Here’s the rope kid, let’s see what you can do with it.

  “He couldn’t Mr. Leoni…and…well…one of the other men wouldn’t have meant the same thing.”

  My eyes have leave hers, tracing the smooth porcelain skin of her neck, pausing at her ample rack, and settling down to the business end, my favorite part of any woman, her hips. If a woman has strong hips, she can carry my weight; but also the Leoni line. I’m pushing 40 and know I won’t live forever.

  “The same thing,” I parrot absently, fixing my eyes on her legs now, riding the curves past a short red skirt that meets a tan you could never get this time of year. Not from a bottle, or a lamp. I know sun kissed when I see it, and also know her Father couldn’t afford to send her there.

  Unless he had a spare hundred K kicking around….

  “Look,” I say suddenly, bringing myself out of my own daydream, “Do you…what was your name again?”

  “Linda,” she whispers hoarsely, pressing one leg closer to the other, showing me superb hip flexion.

  “Linda. Do you have any idea what your Father’s appointment with me was about today?”

  “Sure,” she says calmly, “A million cash, monthly takings for his management of your operation on the east side.”

  I crack my neck and take another puff. At this point I’d normally stand, pace and maybe do some close talking; but the steel in my pants has me glued to the spot. I haven’t had a hard on like this since…well, probably since I was about her age.

  “I see,” I continue. Then clear my throat, “anything else you’d like to add…Linda?”

  “It’s a hundred thousand short.”

  I frown. Two thick gray lines form between the desk and my nostrils, a wave of Cuban surf smashes against the thick shore of mahogany and leather trim.

  “So your Father sent you here to tell me, in his place?” I offer, lowering the proverbial rope around her neck.

  “Not exactly,” she says calmly. “I kept back a hundred thousand, deliberately.”

  My hardness should be waning, but the thought of her being so bold, so stupid even; as well as so beautiful. It’s like something from a dream. I feel the front of my pants stretching, straining. I shift forward, trying to ease the pressure.

  I feel my breath shudder as I inhale. It’s too late, she knows. I may as well have got down on one knee and begged her. She has my attention. Something no woman has ever done, not for a long time.

  I give her the benefit of an explanation. The least I can do before I have to ruin my own daydream fantasy with something horrible. I’ll have Carlo finish her, in the woods. I couldn’t do that to her now. We were so good together, in my mind just now…pity. She has great hips.

  Preempting what I have to say next, about what’s sure to happen to her; she steps forward. Her eyes suddenly serious. “I kept the money back, to use as a down payment. Someone from Shaun Murphy’s crew took my Father early this morning. I need your help to get him back.”

  My brows are up, while I feel something else shrinking. “I’m sure if your Father was snatched, I would’ve heard.”

  “Not if I was the one who did it,” she grins.

  CHAPTER 2

  Linda

  Leoni could kill a man with a look. A glancing signal to one of his men, or just letting someone know he was about to do it himself. Everybody knows that, I know that. I’ve seen him in action, even though he didn’t know I was there at the time. I’ve done a very stupid thing. So why am I standing in his office, boldly going where no man, let alone woman has gone before?

  Because the very thought of him makes me crazy inside. The fantasies I’ve had, where he gets so wound up, so bothered by me, that he has no choice but to bend me over his desk and…well, it’s that that’s made me do the unthinkable.

  I should be ashamed. I should be punished. I could be dead, but here I am, right in his office. Stage one in my own fantasy, which is giving me more moisture than I ever thought possible. I’m not sure if he’ll take the physical bait. The money is the real tester for th
at. Delivering my Father to the Murphy’s, well…that’s just gotta make Mr. Leoni’s blood boil. Doesn’t it?

  But I can’t let any of that show. It would be spoiling it for one, and second, I don’t even know if he’s interested in me. Not in the way I hope he is.

  God! What was I thinking!

  Pop will be fine, Connor promised me that. I know I’ve been taught to never trust a Murphy, but Connor’s different. We met in Naples during my gap year. Spooky weird, Connor turned out to be a Murphy, but we hit it off so well that by the time we’d realized, it didn’t matter.

  Connor’s nothing like Mr. Murphy, or Mr. Leoni, but still a useful part of my plan. Which I hope to pull off, if I can just stay focused.

  Oh my god! It’s really happening! It’s really him!

  He’s asking me questions, I know it’s a big deal, but I’m really just drinking him in. His dark, smoldering hazel eyes are like magnets. I can feel them running across me, drawing heat from me, and I can’t help but feel self-conscious.

  Does he go for curvy girls? I’m sure he has a whole harem of bimbos at his beck and call. Although I’ve never seen a woman on his arm. Not ever.

  Can’t imagine why, he’s built like a linebacker. Well over six feet, and a chiseled jaw you could split stone with. I suppress a sigh as I study his styled shock of raven black hair, his smooth angular face and David-esque good looks some more. I’m almost swooning over the thick mixture of the coffee-chocolate cigar smoke, blending with his cologne, which I know he has custom made. I usually hate smokers, but when it’s Daniel Leoni, it’s like breathing in pure testosterone.

  Even sitting down, he’s a formidable figure of a man. His crisp white linen shirt has smooth, hard curves of its own, cutting through the freshly pressed angles. Bringing his cigar up to his lips, his whole body flexes in a single natural movement that only makes me think of the classical marble statues, gods as men. Daniel Leoni. A god among men.