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Chapter Twelve

Vinny

“ W here the hell have you been?” Rafael spits out the moment I enter the room.

Anger rolls off him like a tsunami. His face is red, and the vein on his neck is protruding.

I slowly slip into my seat at the head of the table, ignoring his outburst, and take my time checking my phone and emails.

I’m riling him up further, but I know there won’t be anymore from him.

My son is like a chihuahua around me, all bark and no bite.

Besides, he’s already been disrespectful, and he knows I won’t tolerate it further.

He discovered as much when he was a nineteen-year-old chump backtalking me.

The first time, I warned him with my glare, but it ended with me throwing a steak knife at him that landed precariously close to his cock.

“Papa has a new pet. Don’t you, Papa?” Rocco mocks as he spins his knife between his fingers, looking every bit the crazed man he is, but I ignore his jibes .

“You’re actually fucking Robert’s daughter?

” Tommy asks, shock marring his features.

I continue to ignore my sons and message the doctor to arrive at my house tomorrow evening.

If my little pet wants a pill, she will get one, but it sure as hell won’t be to prevent a pregnancy.

The thought of her full of my child has my cock growing in my pants.

Fuck, her tits would look impressive even fuller for me and our babies to feed on.

She’d like that too, me as dependent on her as she is on me.

“Do you still manage to get it up okay, Papa?” I try not to smile at my son’s taunt. If only he knew how often I do get it up. “Or do you need some of those little blue pills?”

“What will you do with her when you’ve had enough?” Tommy asks while Rafael continues his petulant, silent seething.

I give Tommy my attention and lift an eyebrow. “Who said I’ll get enough and get rid?”

He sits forward. “You’re keeping her?”

Rafael scoffs. “Another one. Great. Can we start the meeting now? We have shit to deal with.”

Rocco licks his lips and tries but fails to stifle a grin. “Papa, does this one get a different color leash from the others? Because she’s for keeps.”

Rafael pinches the bridge of his nose. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he grumbles.

Rocco’s attention slices toward him. “When I took Hallie to the pet store, she picked out a nice little heart one for the puppy.” His lip twitches, and Rafael’s face is bordering on purple.

Jesus, is my son going to have a heart attack?

And he thinks he’s ready for me to retire for him to take the reins?

I sit straighter in my chair and shuffle around the contracts with the O’Connell family.

A knock on the door interrupts my thoughts, and Massio opens it. “They’re here.”

Clearing my throat, I reply, “Another twenty.” He scans the room, then his lips pull into a tight line before he nods and shuts the door.

Resting my feet on the table, I flick open the cigar box and pull out a freshly cut one placed there for me this morning, and my sons gape at me in disbelief.

“A chain.” I focus on Rocco, whose eyes narrow.

“I won’t use a leash on her like you’re referring to, I will use a chain. It will feel more dominant.”

Rocco’s face morphs from uncertainty into jest, and I smirk at him as realization takes over his face.

“And now we have a fucking sex education lesson,” Rafael complains while staring up toward the ceiling. “A depraved one at that.”

“Well, I don’t need any lessons.” Tommy grins at his brother.

“Papa is a good tutor, taught me all kinds of shit.” Rocco bounces in his seat, and not for the first time, I wonder if he should have been medicated as a child. He’s always so… wired.

I beam toward Rocco with pride. He’s right, though, as unhealthy as it may sound, when my son asked for my advice, I gave it to him. After all, he didn’t ask me very often, so I sure as hell wasn’t turning him away when he did .

“What?” Tommy scrunches his nose; the fucker has a short memory. Pretty sure I sent him his first whore to fuck, a good one too.

All the talk about sex has my mind going back to Gracie; it’s been over an hour since I saw her. I lift my phone and tap out a message.

Me: Send me a photo of your bare pussy.

I lick my lips, waiting for her response.

Gracie: Now?

Seeing her name light up on my phone has my heart racing. I was tempted to call her little pet in my contact list, but I like Gracie better; it feels more permanent.

Me: Now!

My sons begin bickering about the plans for the O’Connells. Since the police commissioner has taken such an interest in our organization, they’ve been taking the firearms contract off us in order to deliver our shipments securely.

“What do you think, Papa?” My gaze collides with Rocco’s.

“Huh?”

“I said… What. Do. You. Think?” He speaks in the high, slow tone that pisses me off, and he damn well knows it .

Rafael sighs heavily. “He’s referring to the fact the O’Connells are wanting to outsource the responsibility.”

I take a pull of my cigar. “Outsource.” I mull over his words. “Do we know the MC they plan on using?”

Tommy sits forward. “I know them. They’re legit. Reliable guys.”

I consider his words.

“And you’re sure Ricardo isn’t involved?

” I ask, wincing on his name. As much as I could throttle my absent son with my bare hands, I want none of this backfiring on him.

I don’t even want him to fucking know about any of it.

He walked away from our life, and it wasn’t until Rafael suggested he become a replacement fiancé to the girl Rocco was arranged to marry that we needed him to fulfill his destiny, and still, the little cunt acts up.

Nope, keep him the fuck out of it.

“What connection do they have to the O’Connells?” Rafael asks.

“None.” Tommy’s eyebrows furrow. “Not that I know of anyway.”

“They will have a connection. They didn’t pluck this MC out of nowhere. Do some research. We don’t sign this contract with them until we know of a connection and how it benefits them,” he declares, and pride takes over me at the way he’s handling things.

“I’ll ask around. I know a few MC guys to ask.” Rocco shrugs, and I nod.

“What about asking Owen?” I throw out there.

“The man is good, but he’s loyal. If he doesn’t want us to find something out, then we won’t,” Rafael asserts. “Leave him out of this.” I nod my agreement.

My phone vibrates, and my pulse picks up, then I almost choke on the smoke of my cigar at the plush, pink pussy staring back me—a swollen one, thanks to the hammering it took from me this morning.

My cock reaches toward my belt, and I have no choice but to adjust it.

Me: Does Daddy need to kiss it better?

I lick my lips, my mouth watering to taste my cum on her sweet pussy lips.

Me: Lick it too?

Me: Put my tongue inside your little hole while you drip onto me.

The table rattles, and I snap my gaze up into my angry son’s dark eyes. “Are you fucking listening?” Rafael looks fit to burst.

“He’s sexting.” Rocco’s beams.

Rafael’s gaze slices toward him. “What?”

Rocco motions toward my phone. “Papa, he’s learned how to sext. Haven’t you, Papa?”

My son’s antics will be the death of me, and Rafael too, it appears. “Shut the fuck up.” I reach over the table to take a swipe at his head, but he moves quicker than me, used to the threat by now.

My phone vibrates and I glance down at it.

Gracie: Yes please, Daddy.

Jesus.

“We’re fucked,” Rafael throws out, and I couldn’t agree more.

I’m absolutely fucked.