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Chapter Twenty-Two

Vinny

T he sound of my alarm has me reaching out and fumbling to swipe the alert from my cellphone.

“Fuck,” I grunt, mentally running through the day ahead of me.

I’m getting too damn old for these early starts and long days.

Having to always be mentally and physically on point is draining, and while my body is slowing down, it appears my mind wants to too.

The soft suckling of her lips pulls me from my thoughts, and I lift the bed sheet to glance down at her.

Her bright-blue eyes meet mine, so I throw the sheet back and drop my head against my pillow to watch her.

My fingers tangle in her silky locks while she suckles on my cock, causing it to harden.

The last thing I want is for her to make me come.

I enjoy the pleasure of simply watching my pets suckle on me like I provide comfort for them.

This isn’t sexual gratification in the usual sense, but I sure as fuck get gratification knowing my body is bringing them solitude.

She removes her mouth from my cock, making a popping sound that has my balls tightening. Fuck, she’s incredible.

After she fucked my face last night, I filled her little pussy with my cum while her tits bounced in my face and I drank her milk.

I lift a handful of her hair and let it slip between my fingers. “I’m going to leave you my black card today, I want you to go shopping.”

She frowns and stares back at me. “I don’t need anything.”

Annoyance rumbles in my chest, but I try my best to remain impassive. “Yes, you do.”

Her lips twist. “Like what?”

“Clothes, Gracie, for you and Bonnie,” I snap, and throw my legs over the edge of the bed. Groaning, I rub my head before wincing at the aches radiating from me, courtesy of the Mafia lifestyle.

I don’t have time for her petulance today, but that doesn’t mean I won’t punish her for it later.

“We have clothes!” she shouts as I open the bathroom door, so I glance over my shoulder, locking eyes with hers, and my heart skips a beat. Why the fuck do I have these reactions toward her? She’s far too young for an old man like me.

“Then buy more!” I bellow, stepping into the bathroom, then slam the door behind me. What the fuck is wrong with her? Any other woman would snatch my hand off and suck me dry for offering a black card to them. Hell, she didn’t even ask if she had a budget.

Twenty minutes later, I’m showered, dressed, and heading into the kitchen. I flip the cap on my morning smoothie and drink it down. Then, without missing a beat, I power on the coffee machine and place a freshly baked croissant on my plate along with the small dish of butter and jelly.

Glancing down at my phone, I shoot my sons a message in our group chat.

Me: ETA, eight a.m.

Tommy: Seriously? I’ve been up all night with teething babies.

A smile crosses my face. The thought of Tommy in a domestic lifestyle with his once stepdaughter is a far cry from the man who couldn’t keep up with escorts he had on a nightly basis. I thank my lucky stars every damn day that his stepdaughter, Jade, was mistaken for one of them.

Rafael: I’ve been ready since seven.

Rocco: Well done, you. Pretty sure Papa has incontinence issues, so he wet the bed, am I right?

The little shit sets my teeth on edge.

Me: The only bed wetting is my girl’s pussy drenching the sheets.

Rafael: Too much information. Not to mention, that girl is your granddaughter.

A smirk spreads over my face. The taboo aspect of our relationship is quite the turn-on, I admit.

Rocco: I bet Papa likes watersports too, am I right?

I drag a finger over my trimmed beard. He’s not wrong, and yet another sign my son’s depravity might be inherited, otherwise, there’s no other explanation for it.

Tommy: You pay way too much attention to what Papa does.

Me: He’s learned from the best.

I can practically see Rafael’s eyes roll as he reads that.

Rafael: The last thing I want is my children knowing I piss on their mama.

Here he fucking goes; the little pricks love to remind me I exploited my sexual preferences in front of them.

Something else I would change if I could go back.

Though I don’t recall pissing on any of my pets or wives in their presence.

My jaw tics and my hands ball into fists.

I should have been more vigilant, more of a father.

I love my boys more than anything, but Mafia life took over so much I never gave them the childhood they deserved, and if I could go back in time, I wouldn’t change it.

They became the best versions of themselves that they need to be to survive this world .

It doesn’t mean I have to like it or that I’m proud of all my actions.

Rocco: I missed seeing that.

There, confirmation I never did it in front of my kids. The tension eases from me as I exhale a breath I wasn’t aware I was holding.

Rafael: It was the one that tried to drown you.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

I’m a useless father. No wonder I prefer to shower women in affection. I never get this hassle from them. I leave the phone on the counter, then grab the tray and kick open the door to the breakfast room.

I freeze. Holy fuck!

There she is, naked and kneeling for me, and all thoughts of being pissed at my sons and punishing her for her attitude are banished.

The moment I slip onto my chair and shuffle forward, her hands move to rest on my thighs, and I stroke her hair. “Good Little Pet.”

She lifts her head, and the emotion in her eyes stuns me for a second. “I want you to be happy with me.”

My breath catches. Does she seriously think I could be anything other than happy with her? Does she think I won’t keep her if she doesn’t behave?

“Daddy is very happy with you.” I smooth over her hair as she works my zipper down, and suddenly, my day feels a whole lot better.