Daddy's Forbidden Ex-Best Friend: Enemies to Lovers Mafia Romance, page 1
Daddy's Forbidden Ex-Best Friend
Enemies to Lovers Mafia Romance
Fiona Stone
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Contents
1. Chapter One
2. Chapter Two
3. Chapter Three
4. Chapter Four
5. Chapter Five
6. Chapter Six
7. Chapter Seven
8. Chapter Eight
9. Chapter Nine
10. Chapter Ten
11. Chapter Eleven
12. Chapter Twelve
13. Chapter Thirteen
14. Chapter Fourteen
15. Chapter Fifteen
16. Chapter Sixteen
17. Chapter Seventeen
18. Chapter Eighteen
19. Chapter Nineteen
20. Chapter Twenty
21. Chapter Twenty-One
22. Chapter Twenty-Two
23. Chapter Twenty-Three
24. Chapter Twenty-Four
25. Chapter Twenty-Five
26. Chapter Twenty-Six
27. Chapter Twenty-Seven
28. Chapter Twenty-Eight
29. Chapter Twenty-Nine
30. Epilogue
Chapter 1
Aria
It takes us some time, but we finally find a quiet spot in the club to rest for a moment. I’ve been dancing and drinking for hours. Turns out, it only requires the swipe of a credit card to get us into a small, private lounge.
The lounge is comfortable, and the large glass windows offer an excellent view of the club below. I’ve dreamed my entire life of traveling, but I haven’t even seen all there is to see of Chicago yet. I’m in one of Chicago’s most popular nightclubs, and I’ve never been here before. To me, it feels as good as a holiday.
“I can’t believe you’re even here, Aria,” my friend says as she slumps down on the couch next to me.
My vision is already starting to blur, but the night has only just begun. I’ll find an energy drink later. For now, I just want some more alcohol.
“Tell me about it,” I sigh. “I had to jump out of my window to make this happen. I’m just glad I stuck the landing in these shoes!”
“What will you do if your father finds out?” she asks, pushing another drink into my hand. She truly is a good friend.
“He’ll be mad,” I answer with a shrug. “But then again what’s new? I can’t make a move in that house without it upsetting him. He’s so protective of me, I swear I’m going to grow old in that house and die alone at this rate.”
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” she laughs.
“Dramatic?” My voice is louder than even I expected. “The last time a man so much as looked my way in public, my father had his guards escort him away at gunpoint. I’m telling you right now, there’s no hope in finding love for me.”
“Don’t worry,” she teases. “One day your Prince Charming will arrive and sweep you off your feet, and he’ll take you away from all of that.”
“Wouldn’t that be the dream?”
When the crowd on the dancefloor suddenly scatters, it catches my attention. I have little experience with clubbing, and though I’ve never been to this particular club, I know that dancefloors are for dancing. What I am looking at now is certainly not dancing.
The two of us lean closer to the glass to get a better look.
“How’s that for a Prince Charming?” I ask, pointing at a man in the center of the commotion.
“The silver fox?” she asks. “He’s fine, but a little old for my liking.”
In the center of the disruption is a man, older than me, with salt and pepper hair. It isn’t much, but it makes him look sophisticated, like a man with experience in this world.
I watch as the man in question grabs a man by the scruff of his shirt, and pulls him off of a woman. He has such strength that he makes it look easy. The offending man had been bothering just about any girl that crossed his path. There were a few times where I'd put him in his place too.
It comes as no surprise to me when the handsome stranger threatens him, hits him hard with a punch to the face, and motions at the bouncers to drag him out of the club. I’m almost tempted to join the cheers of the crowd below, but I can’t keep my eyes off him.
With every flex of his muscles as he readjusts his clothing, something happens inside of me, something hot and exhilarating. My eyes follow him as he makes his way to the stairs, only to reappear in moments as he walks to a lounge on the same floor we’re standing on. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but by the time he is seated in a plush chair, I am desperate to know what he tastes like. All that from just watching him cross the club.
“So, who are you going to be tonight, then?” my friend asks, a cheeky smile on her face.
“What do you mean?”
“You know how you always give them a fake name?” she laughs. “Why do you do that, by the way?”
“When men learn who my father is, they quickly make an effort to stay away from me,” I explain. “Which, if my father knew that, it would make him happy. But it also means it’s hard for me to have any fun, you know what I mean?”
“Alright, well go introduce yourself then,” she says.
It wasn’t part of my plan to find a companion tonight, but every time I look back in his direction, I feel the temperature of my skin climbing, and that last drink has given me just the confidence I need to go and talk to him.
Our eyes meet before I’m even near him. He watches me walk the last bit of distance, waiting for me to get to him. When I finally do, he leans forward with a wicked smile on his face.
“I’m Edoardo,” he says. “I assume that’s what you were here to find out?”
He has more confidence than I expected, which works in my favor. It means that he can make some of the conversation for me. This may be easier than I anticipated.
“Hi, Edoardo,” I say, giving him my best, most charming smile. “I’m Megan, and I’ve been enjoying the show from my booth for the last few minutes.”
“You know,” he says as he examines the details of my face. “You look a lot like someone that I used to know.”
“Well, you look like someone I’d certainly like to know,” I answer.
Edoardo looks at me, his eyes trailing the length of my body. Then he reaches out his hand and invites me to the dance floor. Within a matter of seconds, our bodies are touching. It isn’t long before his lips touch mine, and my heart threatens to stop beating for a moment.
We spent most of the trip home in each other’s arms, anticipating the moment when we’d finally make it through the front door. I couldn’t tell you where he lives even if I tried. When he pushes my body through his front door, it isn’t long before my dress is tossed aside.
My hands trail the outlines of his muscular body as he leads me to the bedroom. His tongue dances around mine as he unclips my bra in one smooth movement as my hands work at the buckle of his belt. He isn’t wasting any time, but neither am I.
By the time my head hits the pillows on his bed, I am completely naked, and so is he. The room is lit only by the soft light of the city through the windows. I can’t help glancing at the view.
The entire Chicago skyline is visible from his bed, but I don’t let it distract me for long. How could I when this incredibly sexy man is kissing the nape of my neck? His hand feels its way around my hips and stomach until he cups my breast.
When he lowers his lips to kiss my nipples, I instinctively tug on his salt-and-pepper colored hair. The room is spinning, but every time I look at him, I feel completely grounded. With a small push of his hands, my legs part, allowing him to position himself right over me.
He kisses me deeply and I let my lungs fill with his scent. He smells like pine needles and leather. My body is already anticipating him, eager to feel him take control of me. And when he grinds the length of his cock between my folds, teasing me, he sighs with pleasure. It’s enough to take my breath away.
Without any second thoughts, I tilt my hips to accommodate him just as he pulls his lips from mine. In the soft glow of the city, his green eyes meet mine and he watches me. I gasp as I feel him slowly, finally slip inside me. My grip tightens in his hair.
He starts off slow, thrusting as deep as he can as he kisses me again. With each thrust, a wave of pleasure washes over me, making it impossible to think straight. And then as he starts to increase his pace, I fear I might lose my breath completely.
My hand trails the muscles on his back and for a moment I think I feel some scarring. The idea that I’m with a stranger, that could potentially be a dangerous man, only turns me on even more and a quiet moan escapes me.
He tightens his grip on me when he hears the moan, and begins to thrust harder into me. His lips caress my neck. He has no idea how much he is driving me wild. When he feels my fingers fall from his hair to grasp at the sheets, he moves my hand, wrapping his fingers in mine.
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And still, he doesn’t relent. He keeps his pace, knowing it’s driving me wild. Even when my back begins to arch, and my fingers dig into his skin, he keeps going. The pleasure is borderline unbearable, and I now struggle to make any sound at all.
Then I feel his breath on my neck.
“Come for me,” he whispers.
It isn’t a request, but a demand. And I am happy to oblige. My body tightens completely as my mouth opens in a silent scream. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. Even still, he keeps thrusting harder and harder.
I don’t know how much more I can take, and my body begins to quiver. And then I feel his body tighten too. I feel the warmth of it as he comes inside me, releasing a few more thrusts as my muscles relax.
The bright sun through the window is what wakes me. The space around me is large and decorated only with the best and most expensive furniture. It would appear that my date is a bit of a minimalist. I’ve never set foot in an apartment like this before.
The penthouse, with sleek, modern finishes, sprawls out around me. Every window has a different view of the city. The smell of coffee lures me out of bed. I follow the scent, locating my clothes along the way.
“Good morning,” his deep voice greets me from the kitchen.
I feel a little embarrassed. It is an odd sensation to wake up in a strange home, with a man who doesn’t even know your real name. But when he smiles, I am automatically at ease.
“Good morning,” I say, gratefully accepting the cup of coffee in his hand.
“I don’t know about you,” he says, kissing me on the forehead. “But after last night, I am starving. What about some breakfast?”
I hadn’t anticipated that he would still want to see me. Most men I’ve slept with have only been interested in sex. Normally, at this point, I leave and we never see each other again. I suppose older men have better manners.
His kindness toward me, and eagerness to spend time with me causes a pang of guilt within me. Some of the very first words I had spoken to him were a lie. If we go to breakfast, I run the risk of getting to know him and wanting to spend more time with him.
I need to come clean.
“Hey, Edoardo, um … There’s probably something I should tell you,” I say, placing the cup down neatly on the black marble countertop.
He turns to look at me with interest and I already feel bad for having lied to his face about my name.
“I have to admit that I gave you a fake name last night,” I say, tucking some stray hair behind my ear.
“Oh?” he says with an interested grin. “Any particular reason?”
“Yeah, my dad is kind of well-known, and often when people learn my real name, it scares them off,” I admit, realizing how ridiculous it really sounds.
Edoardo laughs. “Are you telling me I have the pleasure of spending the morning with the gorgeous daughter of a celebrity?”
“Not a celebrity exactly,” I say, chuckling a little. “But since you don’t seem too concerned, and you’re being so nice to me, I’d like to be honest about it.”
“Right, well, why don’t you introduce yourself to me then?” he laughs.
“Right,” I say, feeling a small amount of apprehension. “My real name is Aria Morino. I’m sure you’ve heard of my dad.”
Edoardo’s face pales, the color leaving his face in a flash, just as it does for everyone else.
“Your father isn’t Gabriele Morino is he? Don of the Morino family?”
It never feels good to admit who my father is. He is disliked by most. So, I simply give Edoardo a curt nod. His entire demeanor changes and before I know it, he has put my jacket and my shoes in my hands and is leading me toward the front door.
“You need to leave. Forget everything about last night. Forget about me,” he says before closing the door in my face.
Chapter 2
Edoardo
I can hear her footsteps disappearing down the hall as I sink into my sofa. I rub my eyes as I contemplate the potential trouble I have gotten myself into. I’ve never kicked a woman out like that, but she couldn’t spend another second in my home. In fact, I wish I could erase every second that she has already spent here.
I fully understand why she gives men fake names. Her father is a dangerous man and notoriously protective of his family. That’s something that I have learned the hard way. This just wasn’t the reminder I was expecting. It is his protectiveness over the people that he loves that makes him such a foul man. It turns him into a barbarian, and he will stop at nothing to remove anything that he feels is a threat. Any man that even looks at Aria is likely in danger because of his wrath, but I’m in more danger than any of them. Aria’s revelation takes me back to the awful years that I spent in jail thanks to her father.
As I lean my head back and wait for this creeping headache to strike at full force, I remember the time when Gabriele and I were best friends.
There were years when we thought we’d be unstoppable together. Until Aria’s mother came along, that is. I think I can safely assume that Aria is the daughter of Gabriele and Auriet; that’s probably why she looked vaguely familiar last night. I’m sure that they’ve had a happy and long life together. It’s hard not to be bitter about it when he is the reason I spent twenty years in jail.
She was so beautiful and friendly. As I sit and think back to it, I remember the way she made me feel each time she walked into the room. It was no surprise that both of us developed feelings for her. I told Gabriele that it should be Auriet’s choice, that either of us was fair game to her.
I suppose he disagreed, because a week later, I was in handcuffs. One of his contacts had listed me as a person of interest in some big case I’d never even heard of. He acted as a witness, placing me at the scene of the crime. I barely had the chance to defend myself before I was found guilty and locked away for twenty years. I now know that the judge who had overseen my case is another one of Gabriele’s friends, one who only seems to get richer by the minute.
God, my head is really pounding. I think I’m out of headache tablets, but if I am going to leave the house today, then I need more protection. He might have had her followed, in which case, he will waste no time trying to get to me.
I don’t know if anyone saw her coming home with me, but I can’t take that risk. I’ve spent enough of my life paying the price for his possessiveness over those he loves.
As far as the rest of the world is concerned, I really am a criminal. Already, since my release, there have been numerous news articles about me. I can’t stand to think what might happen if one of them mentions Aria and I leaving the club together.
I run my hands over my face as my concern grows for not only my safety, but hers. I spent so much of my life behind bars because of a woman. A woman that he hadn’t even won over yet. But I suppose, it worked out in the end. A few months in he sent me photographs of the two of them in bed together.
Auriet was a beautiful woman back then; for a long time, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever known. But she had as much strength as she had beauty, and that is precisely what was so enticing.
If that is how he treated me over a woman he wasn’t even technically with yet, I hate to think what he might do to me if he finds out that I had sex with his daughter. The thought of it makes my blood hot with anger and I need to shower to calm myself down again.
As I shower, I wash away the scent of Aria on my skin. It is disappointing, to say the least. She was so exciting for me to experience. I should have known there was a catch to such a good night.
My hands trail over the scars on my back as I wash my body. I know that Aria had felt them last night. I felt the way that she reacted to them. Something about my scars excited her. Unfortunately, they carry only a painful memory to me. When you’re the Don of a mafia family, you are guaranteed to run into some enemies in prison.
