DAD’S IRISH MAFIA FRIEND
AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE
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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.
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