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Chapter Nine

Gracie

U nfortunately, I never got to meet my paternal grandmother, and while I regret that because she sounds like a wonderful person, I’m also grateful. Mainly because I would’ve had to deal with my father for even longer than I have already.

To say I was relieved Vinny didn’t have sexual feelings toward her is an understatement.

It’s not lost on me how fucked-up my situation is, and as much as I’d like to say I’m not doing this with him, I simply can’t.

We’re connected somehow, like we both know this is happening, so we just go with it.

He’s like the missing piece of my puzzle, and although he’s old enough to be my grandparent, I don’t care. Not a single part of me cares.

He says he doesn’t love, but he proves it in the way he cares for me, even if I am just a pet. He’s shown he’s capable of compassion and tenderness, and he’s admitted he loves his sons. Yet he refuses to be vulnerable with a woman, or allow a woman to be vulnerable with him maybe?

Well, I’d like to test my theory. Vincent Marino may be the head of a notorious Mafia family—dangerous, controlling, and fearsome—but he’s also my daddy—controlling, caring and giving.

My hand slides into his thick one, then he leans forward on his knees, grasps my hips, and brings my body flush to his face.

His breath fans my pussy as he places a kiss on my bare mound.

The tickle of his cropped beard makes me giggle, so I pull back, holding his gaze, and unclip my bra, drop it to my feet, then turn and sashay over to the tub.

I make a languorous show of stepping into the bubbles, ensuring he can see my slick folds wet with his cum.