My Dads Friends Novels & Stories

I went through much information and stopped when I suddenly saw strange information. "Adrian Mancini may or may not be connected to the Mafia family." I wasn't sure when I burst out into laughter, but I kept laughing for a while until my humor subsided. "Mafia?" How was that possible? My dad won't even associate with people who earned their money illegally. I knew that because I had gotten involved in the business for a while before my college days and knew about his integrity, he wouldn't then have a Mafia-related person as his friend.

"Then how...?" "He shit it all out, that's how. If you have any idea how much debt they're in..." He rubs his forehead. "My dad made some really bad investments a few years ago. And he took down a lot of his friends, and even strangers. I bailed them all out." "What?"

“It’s not every day the CEO of one of the richest companies in the world comes dashing in to kick his manager in the face for his employee. You can be frank with us. Is he an uncle, godfather… lover?” She raised her eyebrow and smiled mischievously. My gut churned and I could feel my waning. This was not good. “He is none of those things. He is just my best friend’s father. That’s all.” The table was silent as if they were all weighing my answer. That was partly the truth. Fuck! I was breaking a sweat. “That cuts out,” Gina said with a shrug. “He is super protective over Bridget. I wouldn’t be surprised that he would treat her friend the same way. He is definitely a girl-dad.”

, I love his confidence but this will only get him killed. “Taet and Taitam can help”, I furrow my eyebrow because I haven’t heard those names before. “They are my cousins. My dad’s brothers kids. They are Taet, Taitam and Veda. His dad was best friends with your dad”, he explains. “Which of my dad?”, I ask. “You know who?”, His voice is low and my blood boils in anger. He is my dad’s best friend yet I heard nothing from him. He is just resurfacing. The audacity.

"Come on, Soph. You're being awfully casual about it." I sighed, giving in to the inevitable. "Okay, yes. I know him. Kind of." His eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Kind of? What does that mean?" I rolled my eyes playfully. "Okay, fine. He's sort of like a family friend." He smirked, leaning against the bench next to me. "Sort of family friend? Explain." I sighed, realizing I couldn't keep my connection to Henry a secret any longer. "He's my dad's best friend, alright?"

A big smile flashes on his face, and he takes his daughter in his arms lovingly. "Gosh, I love it when you appear out of the blue and take all my stress and worn-out energy away!", he says to his daughter and kisses her head. "I know. That's why I came", saying she pecks his cheeks. "Btw, dad, I'm going to South Korea with my friend's dad; Jiya's dad has a penthouse or bungalow there. So we will live there for four days. I know you'll miss me, but you know I'm just a call away", she says, sitting on his desk, and a sad smile flashes on his face.

I smile. “I’m your father, not your friend,” Dad reminds me as we head out back of his cottage. “But I am, I am your son. Aren’t you a little impressed I got laid at school!” I tell him as we sit. Dad nods. “I used to get laid at school. I used to cheat on my girlfriend with her friends while she was in class. Your mother was the only friend loyal to Daisy. Funny, that my wolf wanted your Mom, the most,” Dad laughs. Dad looks off across the woods and takes a long drink of his beer.

However, I do not move from there until a detective from the NYPD who knows my dad lets me into his office and closes the door. I sit on the faux leather chair and stare at Detective Ford. He’s tall, lean, and has a bald head and black skin. I would not call him friends with Dad since he goes against him sometimes. Seriously, Dan is Dad’s only friend. Everyone else is just an acquaintance. Oh, and Detective Ford has a strong sense of justice, so that puts us on the same side, because Dad definitely does not have that. “You are not supposed to be here, Ms. Shaw.”

"Doesn't matter, they're all dead and we didn't see any transmissions going out," said a man, I didn't even see him join us. "Marcus, this is Denver, good friend of mine from another life," Dad said to me. "Good to meet you, thank you for helping me," I replied, shaking his hand. "Your Dad saved me more times than I can count. Is one less I owe him," he said with a laugh. "You know I didn't keep score. Same team, all that mattered," replied Dad.

I don’t think I can. “I thought so." “So tell me about this man. Who is he? Is he someone I know?” “No, you don’t know him.” But of course, he knows him. A lot of people know him. Jordan is very popular and his company is popular too. Besides, Brandon saw him at the party a few weeks ago and he couldn’t stop talking about Jordan and his work. But I’m a coward, okay? I don’t want him to judge me for being so hopelessly and stupidly into an older man and not just any older man, but my dad’s best friend.