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Chapter Five

Vinny

“ W hat the hell do you mean we’re being searched again?” I shout.

“Yes, again!” Rafael bellows, his vicious tone mirroring my own.

My three sons fill the office, all eyes on me as Rafael recalls what went down during the early hours of this morning.

We’ve always been on the police commissioner’s radar—Harrison Davis—but since my son took his ex-daughter-in-law as a wife, it’s gotten increasingly worse.

Coupled with the fact that Rocco played a part in his son’s death, the man is out for retribution.

I’ve had no choice but to utilize the support of the O’Connell Mafia to keep our shipments coming in.

Thankfully, they have connections with a different MC than the one my absent son is linked to, and they’re willing to distribute our firearms and take the fall at a cost, if need be. Between time, I’m trying to maintain our legal businesses while dodging the fucking set ups at the same time.

Last week, the manager of one of our strip clubs was hauled into the precinct for supposedly distributing drugs. Turns out, he had no part in it and didn’t even recognize the culprit. He knows to keep squeaky clean at the minute. We can’t risk any more attention on us than usual.

Pushing my fingers through my hair, I pin my glare on my son Tommy.

During one point in his life, he lost his way.

It took his stepdaughter staying with him to realize what value he had in life.

I’m proud of the man he’s become. He’s a great husband and a wonderful father to their young children; something I wish I could say for myself.

My biggest regret in life is none of my children having a mother figure.

Not a single one was fit for the role I’d married them for, and while I think it hardened the boys to the Mafia way of life, I didn’t miss the way they craved the softness I was unable to give them over the years.

Maybe that’s why I’m so caring in the bedroom, I can finally be myself. Albeit with a contract signed that allows it without the risk of showing vulnerability to the outside world, and should retribution take place, my emotions won’t be hindered.

My mind races toward the gift I have upstairs.

Two gifts, to be precise. As much as my cock aches to be inside Gracie again, I can’t forget her daughter either, so when I finally collar the girl who escaped me for months, I must bear in mind the rules may need to be bent slightly to accommodate a baby.

“Can you deal with it?” I snipe out at Rafael, then a sliver of guilt hits me for speaking to him so abruptly.

“Of course,” he states, used to my sharp tone.

“Are you ready for bed, old man?” my youngest son, Rocco, taunts.

He’s almost twenty and is more a man than my thirty-six-year-old stepson will ever be.

He stepped up and took what he wanted, which just so happened to be Gerrard Davis’s wife and son.

Shame I’m now reaping the consequences of his actions.

Gerrard, the abusive bastard he was, ended up dead, and now we’re left with the aftermath of dealing with his father.

Fortunately for us, we know a lot of people, so with each allegation they arrest us for, we knock them back while formulating a long-term plan to take out the real threat once and for all.

“Are you sure you can trust your sources?” Rocco asks, sitting forward. The tattoo creeping up the column of his throat depicting his woman’s name makes my lip twitch. Crazy little fucker had it done to mark their one-year anniversary.

“Yes. I’m sure,” I say with confidence.

“So, what, we just trust them that Harrison is just going to disappear?” Tommy asks, with skepticism lacing his tone.

My sons are right to be suspicious. When you’re in the Mafia, many parts of it are entwined with some of the other five families, and sometimes, all you can do is put your trust in them despite your natural reaction not to.

“I trust them,” I say, referring to the Varros family and the intel they have regarding Harrison. “Owen assures me he has a plan.”

Owen Stevens is part owner of STORM Enterprises; he’s the head of their security, and those men have their fingers in every Mafia pie. While that should leave me wide open to become vulnerable, it doesn’t. I’ve dealt with Owen plenty of times.

“I trust Owen, and Lorenzo Varros has good reason to hold a grudge too,” Rafael confirms. “He did disclose there’s another backer on the West Coast that wants rid of Harrison for reasons nobody is prepared to disclose.”

That’s news to me, but it only shows how deep and far Harrison’s treachery has gone. “Any ideas who?”

Rafael cracks his neck from side to side. “Not yet, but I’m sure we will find out soon enough.”

“How’d it go with Robert and the kids?” Rocco leans back in his chair, picking at his nails with a knife, looking every bit the maniac he is.

Jesus. I grimace at the thought of him referring to Gracie as a child. My boys have known about my sexual preferences for a long while now. Hell, I should’ve probably kept them hidden from them over the years, protected them more. Just another fuck-up of mine. I drag a hand through my hair.

What they will be surprised at is the fact I’ve taken to a girl as young as her.

When Massio gave me her file this afternoon, I wasn’t surprised to find she’s almost twenty. That made her eighteen when I fucked her. An eighteen-year-old virgin, for fuck’s sake.

Well, it appears she moved on and got some experience pretty fast, which pisses me the fuck off, but I intend to show her what a real man is. I’ll put her lithe little body to the test until she’s dripping in a puddle of my cum.

“Oh, fuck, I know that look.” Rocco sits straighter and leans forward. “Papa has a hard-on for the girl.”

I roll my eyes while Rafael’s eyes drill into me with venom. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me? She’s too young for you,” he splutters, distaste oozing from him.

Rocco’s chuckle fills the room while Tommy scans me, no doubt checking I have full use of my faculties. I may have lost my mind, but everything else is in full working order.

Casually, I lift a shoulder. “It appears I want a change.”

“Change? She’s the same age as my wife!”

“And mine,” Tommy adds.

“Don’t worry, Papa. She’s not the same age as mine.” Rocco grins. “I like women, not young girls that don’t know how to please a man.”

Rafael seethes, his face turning red, narrowing his gaze on Rocco. Jesus, he looks like he’s two seconds away from tearing Rocco apart. I need to dispel the onslaught before it happens.

“Maybe that’s where we find the fun, Rocco.

Teaching our girls how to take cock, knowing nobody’s been there before us.

Right, Papa?” Tommy counters, and I pinch the bridge of my nose, willing my cock to go down after the thought of Gracie learning to take my girth down her slender throat flashes through my mind.

Rocco scoffs. “I’d rather teach her a lesson for knowing how to do it in the first place.” The gleam in his eyes tells me how sincere his words are, and if it was anyone other than my son talking so inappropriately, I’d probably revel in it. But the fact it’s my youngest boy has me blanching.

I slam my hand down on the desk, causing the stationery to jump. “Enough!”

The office falls silent, and as if on cue, a low knock sounds from the door, and I know it’s her.

My sons’ eyes flick toward me. “Not a fucking word,” I warn, not liking the way Rocco’s lip curls at the edge.

“Come in!” I bite out, and my adrenaline spikes with her nearness.