Page 12 of Killer Daddy (Fendi Mafia Daddies #2)
Michael
Having met with Faustino and Matteo earlier in the morning, Michael was now on a solo scouting mission to see whether he could gather any useful intel on Tassimo Lorezno Fendi.
It was rare that Tassimo came into the city these days, but a trusted source at the Fendi House had informed Michael that today happened to be one of those days – and Michael figured that there had to be a reason for this.
Michael was sitting in his car and watching and waiting for Tassimo to show up at the restaurant that apparently his driver was taking him to.
While there was a possibility that Michael’s intel was off base, there was no way that Michael was going to miss out on the chance to gather any information that could prove vital in his potential takeover of the family alongside Faustino and Matteo.
Come on, show yourself.
Get that old ass here.
I need to know why you’re in town…
The truth of the matter was that Michael had long suspected that cracks were forming within the family. Things just didn’t seem as together and connected as they had in the old days. Far from it, in fact.
Being a Fendi used to mean something. It was a badge of honor.
Even in the great mob wars that defined the power structures in the city for generations, the Fendi men were known for their valor and integrity.
They would never break a ceasefire. And they would never double-cross or go back on their word.
This kind of nobility had withered over time though.
The current leaders in the family had made their own path and forgotten so many of the old ways that Michael, Faustino, and Matteo had been raised on by their fathers and grandfathers.
‘Where the fuck are you…’ Michael muttered, reaching for his black coffee and taking a gulp. ‘Don’t tell me Kable got the location wrong…’
The likelihood of Kable getting the wrong information was low.
Kable was one of Matteo’s most trusted street spies and Michael had worked with him plenty of times over the years.
But given his suspicions over Tassimo, Michael was worried that even Kable might have been fed the wrong information – and if that was the case, then maybe this whole thing was a trap designed to reveal that Michael was up to something.
‘You’re being paranoid,’ Michael said, scolding himself for allowing his imagination to run wild. The fact of the matter was that Michael was simply being impatient. All he wanted to do was spot Tassimo, see who he was meeting with, and then get the hell out of Dodge. ‘And speak of the devil…’
Out of nowhere, a black SUV pulled up and Michael watched on as Tassimo hopped out of the SUV and entered the restaurant, flanked by two of his closest security team. With his phone recording the action, Michael cast his eyes around to watch and see who else might be about to enter the restaurant.
Michael waited for what felt like an eternity.
Perhaps the person that Tassimo was rendezvousing with was already inside?
That seemed unlikely given that Michael had been casing the joint for some time.
All Michael could do was sit and wait. But as he waited, he decided that a quick message to Kable wouldn’t do any harm – after all, with his contacts in the streets, he might have more information…
MICHAEL: Target has arrived. 2x security with him. No sign of who he’s meeting. Has anything come through on the grapevine?
And sure enough, Kable was ready and waiting to fire a message right back at Michael almost as soon as Michael had hit send on his own message.
KABLE: Good. I was getting worried that I hadn’t heard from you.
No, nothing to add to my earlier report.
All I knew was that this would be the location.
If you’re asking my opinion – and remember that it’s only an opinion – I think this could be connected to the Inzaghi family.
The two goons you took down were low-level street thugs.
And yet there’s something about the way that Tassimo allowed you to make the kill that’s bugging me.
But that’s above my pay scale, brother. Sit tight and if I hear anything, you can trust that I’ll let you know.
Michael exited the message and put his phone away. Kable’s suggestion that the killing might have been authorized with Inzaghi approval might have legs to it. And it would explain why Tassimo was in a typically Inzaghi neighborhood all of a sudden.
With his brow furrowed and his head spinning with ideas, Michael simply stared straight ahead and waited.
‘Just show me something, you old sonofabitch,’ Michael growled, his patience wearing thin. ‘I’m onto you. And whether it’s today, tomorrow, or next month, I’m going to find out exactly who you are and what you’re doing…’
The wait outside the restaurant proved fruitless. After an hour, Tassimo exited along with his two security men and hopped back inside his SUV. Moments later, he was moving away and zigzagging through the city traffic.
While this might have led to some frustration on Michael’s part, he was at least satisfied by the fact that he had Tassimo on camera entering the city.
And if Michael had learned one thing growing up in a mafia family, it was that patience was a virtue.
If Tassimo was up to no good, then he would slip up – and even if he wasn’t plotting behind the family’s back, Michael knew that it was only a matter of time before he, Faustino, and Matteo stepped forward and made their move.
But far from thinking of dark and murderous power struggles, Michael was happy to arrive home and find Benjamin in an upbeat mood following his earlier playdate…
‘Yay! Daddy!’ Benjamin said, jumping up and down in his romper and rushing over toward Michael as he shut the apartment’s reenforced metal door behind him. ‘Hooray!’
‘Now that’s a welcome I could get used to,’ Michael laughed, leaning over and kissing Benjamin on his perfectly plump lips. ‘But before I settle down for some playtime with my boy, I need to get changed out of these clothes and hit the shower. Stakeout’s are sweaty work, you know.’
‘ Ewww !’ Benjamin laughed, holding his nose in mock disgust. ‘Only kidding. You smell just perfect.’
‘All the same, I’m taking a shower,’ Michael smiled, removing his jacket and carefully placing it on the back of the couch. ‘Nothing beats freshening up. I won’t be long.’
With that, Michael playfully patted Benjamin on his juicy ass and made his way through the apartment and into the bathroom. The shower heated up in no time and after stripping down, Michael took his sizeable frame and stood underneath the powerful spray of hot water.
Damn, I needed this.
All the worry in the world can just wash right off me.
And that boy… he looked cute. What a sight to come home to.
Michael soon found that thinking about Benjamin was refreshing him in a whole other way. Maybe it was the quick pat on his perfectly round and soft butt that did it, but Michael’s cock was hardening and standing proud under the water in no time at all.
And just like clockwork, Michael looked up and saw a suitably pleasing sight at the doorway to the bathroom too.
‘Hello, Daddy,’ Benjamin said, no longer in his romper but instead wearing Michael’s jacket with precisely nothing underneath it. ‘Like what you see?’
‘I certainly do,’ Michael said, his manhood expanding and hardening to its fullest size and scale as he eyed up Benjamin’s bare legs and exposed cock as he teased and twirled with the jacket the only thing covering his delectable body.
‘Will you play with your Daddy dick for me if I’m good?’ Benjamin asked, unbuttoning the jacket and giving his Daddy some full frontal exposure. ‘What if I wank my own dick for you?’
‘You do that,’ Michael growled, taking his cock in his hand and squirting some minty fresh shower gel on his other palm. ‘You show your Daddy what a hot body you have and I’ll show you just how much I like it.’
Michael duly worked the shower gel over his shaft and bulbous dick head. The fact that he was being given a live sexy dance by his sassy, sexy baby boy was all the inspiration he needed to let go of any inhibitions and start to pleasure himself right there and then.
‘What about this, Daddy?’ Benjamin asked, turning to face away from Michael and bending over far enough that the jacket rode all the way up and exposed his ass in full. ‘Do you want to put that big piece of meat inside me?’
Michael could feel his Daddy Dom instincts begin to rise up inside him. It was one thing being given a show by his Little, but if he thought that he was going to top him from the bottom, then he had another thing coming.
It was time to put this overconfident boy in his place – and with his manhood harder than steel, Michael was more than confident that by the time he was done, Benjamin would barely be able to string a sentence together, let alone try to be a bossy Little…