Page 33 of Daddy's Little Mafia Princess

I’m definitely the main suspect when they leave my home, but I won’t be for long. I have three men on standby, waiting to feed them anonymous leads guaranteed to take them down the path I want. If they come back with a warrant, I have Alviero’s finances ready to turn over to them. They’ll see what I want them to see, which is how Alviero skimmed and scammed his partners. There’s not enough room on the precinct whiteboards to list all the enemies he made.

They say the mob is dead in Vegas. That it has been since the 80s.

It’s not.

We’re still very much alive and well and running Sin City from the shadows. By day, no one notices the fortunes we make.

By night, in the privacy of my home, I’m happy to shed all that and simply be the Daddy she’s never had. The one who cares for her—who puts her needs first, who chases away the demons that will invariably haunt her dreams—maybe only for a little while, but maybe for the rest of her life. It doesn’t matter. I’ll always be here. A year from now, I’ll do everything I can to make sure she stays because I already know, regardless of what I tell her now, I won’t let her go. Not then, not ever.

I can’t.

She’s mine now.

The little girl I kidnapped, the one I coerced into marriage to punish Alviero, the one I’m content to keep as my captive for the rest of my life.

The one I’ve fallen in love with so hard and so fast, I never noticed it happening.

She soothes the monster I am.

I feel gentle when I take care of her.

I feel… normal.

She completes me.

The best thing to ever happen to me.

Daddy’s good girl.

My little mafia princess.