Page 1 of Knocked Up by My Dad's Mafia Boss

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SAMANTHA

“Sam, if you don’t get your ass down here I’m going to…”

I ignore my father’s idle threats. I know they’re baseless—I’m daddy’s little girl, after all.

I come down the stairs. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming, what’s the big commotion?”

I see Papa standing at the doorway. “Wanted you to meet someone. Sam, this is Dante Bianchi. My best friend.”

My eyes trail over to the man in question and my steps falter on the stairs. His chest stretches nearly as wide as our front door, a tight black t-shirt spread across it.

He’s tall, towering over my father who’s six-foot-two, and built like a brick house. My eyes travel over his muscles slowly. God, and his jawline? Could cut glass. He looks up at me, his eyes locking with mine immediately.

That’s unusual. I’m a curvy girl, and ninety-nine percent of the time, men trail their eyes up my body before looking at my face.His eyes, impossibly blue, pierce through me like he can see right through my bratty attitude.

“Oh,” I say, stopping in my tracks. “Hello, Mr. Bianchi.”

He’s quiet for a long moment, just staring into my eyes. Like he’s sizing me up. Anyone else would be terrified.

I, on the other hand? I’m exhilarated.

“You can call me Dante,” he says finally, and I let a long breath out of my nostrils to calm my racing heart.

I want to eat him alive. But I can’t act that way in front of my father. He’s… protective, to say the least. When my first high school boyfriend cheated on me three years ago, he went missing for a week. Showed up in the hospital with a concussion and a broken collarbone. He never spoke to me again.

“Then you can call me Sammy.”

He nods briskly but doesn’t say my name. Pity. I would have liked to hear what it sounded like in his low timbre.

“My friends are waiting,” I say, almost mournfully, and Papa looks at me for a moment.

“Are there going to be boys there?”

I fight not to roll my eyes.Boys.Like I’m sixteen again.

“No, just me and Sofia.” I lie.

He stares at me like he’s trying to see through my lies and I stare back, not backing down. He sighs. “Alright. Scurry on, then.”

Instead, I walk slowly past Dante, pretending to totter on my heels. He reaches out one hand, grabs my hip bone to steady me.Electricity shoots through my veins. “Thank you,” I murmur, leaning in close, but then my stupid best friend, Sofia, blares the horn.

I’m going to kill her.

“Do you need any money?” Papa calls and I wave a hand dismissively. He gives me a weekly allowance that I could never spend in two lifetimes. Perks of being the only child of a mafiadon.

I wonder if Dante is in the life. I’ve never met him before now, and I’m almost twenty-two. Where has he been all this time if he was working for my father? I know that I don’t know much about my father’s business, but if Dante’s his best friend, wouldn’t he want to keep him close?

It’s an enigma. Much like the man himself.

I get into the passenger seat of Sofia’s luxury sedan with a groan. “You have no idea what you’ve just done.”

“I didn’t do anything! You didn’t tell your dad we’re drinking, did you?” Reese, our other friend, pops up out of the backseat as she pulls out of the driveway. He always has to hide in the back because Papa doesn’t like me going out with men. Reese is harmless, of course, and not interested in me anyway, but Papa’s old-school. He wouldn’t get it.

“Don’t be ridiculous. But he introduced me to someone.” I smile slyly. “His best friend.”

Reese gasps. “Is he as hot as Sofia thinks your dad is?”