Page 2 of Knocked Up by My Dad's Mafia Boss

I squeal and throw my purse at him. “Don’t you ever say my dad is hot again.”

“But your dad is like…objectively hot, Sammy,” Sofia says solemnly. I grab my purse from the backseat and hit her with it, too. She swerves all over the road.

“Okay, cool it!” Reese yells, and I settle down.

“My dad isnothot, but his best friend sure is. His name is Dante and he looks like he could throw me through a brick wall.”

“You do like them big,” Reese comments with a chuckle.

“You’re one to talk. Saw you flirting with Vaughn Ricci.”

“Vaughn’s not like her brother.”

Sofia grins. “Reeselikesher.”

“I do not.”

“You like sleeping with her,” I amend for her.

He blinks then nods. “Alright. You got me.”

“More about your father’s hot best friend. Is he single?” Sofia pipes up.

“Didn’t notice a wedding ring.”

“You can’t date your father’s best friend, Sam,” Reese argues.

“Who says anything about dating? He’s probably only in town for a few days. What Papa doesn’t know can’t piss him off,” I say in a sing-song voice.

We arrive at the club and pile out of the car as Sofia throws her keys to the valet.

“Are you hoping Dmitri will show?” I ask Sofia, and her olive skin flushes a deep red. I grin. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

She and Dmitri Oslov have been circling each other like panthers. He’s off-limits, being Bratva and the son of one of her father’s greatest enemies. But that’s never stopped Sofia before.

Sure enough, thirty minutes after we arrive, Dmitri shows up, eyes half-lidded from the weed he’s always smoking.

Just like clockwork, Sofia disappears. And so does our ride home.

“Me and Vaughn will take you back,” Reese offers.

I hiss. “Absolutely not, if my father sees me riding up with a guy he’ll lose his mind.”

Reese shrugs. “I could hide in the backseat again.

I sigh. “I’ll just call Papa when I’m done having fun.”

Reese snorts out a laugh but he dances with me—at least until Vaughn beckons him over to the women’s bathrooms.

I’m tipsy but not quite drunk by the time the lights come up in the club. I totter to the bathroom, my ankles and feet aching from dancing in my heels all night.

I look in the mirror.

Pouty mouth with nude lipstick, amber brown eyes only a little glassy. My eye makeup is smeared, though, and I do some work with a paper towel to fix it.

Why don’t I have some guy chasing me around like Reese and Sofia do? Sure, there’s plenty of guys around who ogle me, but none that actually want to date me.

Not that I’m even that interested. Not in dating, at least. But it sure would be nice to have a guy I could fool around with now and again.