Page 14 of Killer Daddy (Fendi Mafia Daddies #2)

Michael

The following morning, Michael woke up feeling refreshed, satisfied, and ready for whatever life could throw at him – which being a Fendi man meant pretty much anything and everything as far as Michael was concerned.

After a night of passion, Thai food, and then even more passion, Michael had slept the kind of good night’s sleep that many would have thought impossible for a man like him.

And it was true, Michael’s sleep was regularly punctuated by nightmares of deeds past, situations involving him or those around him often being of the most deadly and gruesome nature.

But last night was different.

In fact, Michael couldn’t recall waking up even once. With Benjamin lying next to him, Michael had experienced the most velvet, tranquil sleep imaginable.

And with his small but curvy body still next to him and keeping Michael warm, he would quite happily have stayed in bed for even longer.

But that just wasn’t Michael. With a mind that rarely switched off, Michael knew that if he stayed in bed awake for too much longer his brain would begin to wander toward all the problems, dramas, and potentially life endangering scenarios that he might find himself in sooner rather than later.

Damn it, why does Benjamin have to be so cute?

I know that I need to get up.

But that ass of his is begging me to stay…

Michael smiled to himself. He could barely recall ever waking up with a boy next to him and actively wishing that he could stay with him for longer. While he’d met nice boys in the past, Michael had never made the kind of connection that lasted much longer than a night of carnal passion.

With Benjamin though, it felt different. Very different, in fact.

Michael was rapidly seeing that his connection with this sassy Little was checking all of the boxes.

Benjamin was smart, funny, and sweet. He was also more than capable of holding his own and standing up for himself too – and this was especially important given the kind of man that Michael was and the world that he was so deeply entrenched in.

The sexual chemistry between the pair of them was undeniably electric, and Michael couldn’t envisage that fire dimming any time soon either.

Michael let out a quiet sigh. But it wasn’t one of frustration or boredom. Michael’s sigh was one of lowkey satisfaction. If he didn’t know better, he might have said that he actually felt… happy .

‘Get a grip of yourself,’ Michael muttered quietly, conscious of not wanting to wake his sleeping beauty.

With everything that was happening at the top of the Fendi family, Michael knew that the last thing he should be doing was allowing himself to go all soft and satisfied with life.

Michael needed to keep his edge. There was a ruthless, wickedly relentless side to Michael that he knew he needed to keep a hold of.

Yes, he might have been rapidly getting the strongest of feelings for Benjamin, but if he was actually serious about staging a takeover of the family then he felt certain that he would need to channel all his darkest and deadliest instincts to stand a chance of prevailing.

‘Daddy? Are you awake?’ Benjamin asked, his voice sleepy and his eyes still shut as he turned his body to face Michael.

‘Open your eyes, darling boy,’ Michael answered, turning to face Benjamin. ‘I think we both had a good night’s sleep. And believe me, in my line of work they don’t come around all that often.’

‘Well as someone who does sleep well usually,’ Benjamin said, smiling sweetly. ‘I can tell you that I had a ten out of ten, super-awesome sleep. I feel like I could get up and play all day!’

‘And so you can,’ Michael chuckled. ‘There’s nothing stopping you. My house is your house. All I ask is that you don’t leave any building blocks where I might trip over them. Believe it or not, I’m one clumsy Daddy.’

‘Hehe,’ Benjamin giggled, nuzzling his head into Michael’s strong chest. ‘I do believe it. But I also believe that you’re a great Daddy. And you know how to do all the naughty things too…’

Michael smiled and felt a stirring inside his black pajama bottoms.

The idea of some morning fun with Benjamin was certainly appealing, that was for sure. And judging by the mischievous look in the boy’s eyes, it was clear that he would be more than happy for some hot, sexy frolics too.

‘Here, how about you combine fun with sexy and play with this,’ Michael said, sliding his pajama bottoms down and allowing his semi-hard cock to spring out. ‘I’m feeling like a good old-fashioned hand job. But be a good boy and make sure to get those hands of yours nice and wet first…’

Michael growled in appreciation as Benjamin licked and lubricated his palm before taking his cock and slowly but surely massaging and squeezing it to full size.

‘Now pump,’ Michael commanded, equally turned on by the sight of his boy wanking his dick and the look of horny enthusiasm in his eyes as he did it. ‘Get me off hard and fast. And I want to cum onto your tummy too, so make sure your aim is right.’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ Benjamin said, gleefully working his hand up and down on Michael’s cock as he grunted in pleasure.

Benjamin unbuttoned his oversized pajama top and exposed his upper half. Benjamin’s upper body looked toned and sleek, as always, and Michael couldn’t resist reaching over and playing with his nipples as Benjamin worked him up to a crescendo.

‘Daddy! Wow!’ Benjamin squealed in delight as Michael squeezed his ass cheeks hard and thrust his crotch forward to shoot his hot, thick load all over his pecs and stomach. ‘Did I do a good job, or did I do a good job?’

‘Fuck. You did a great job,’ Michael said, his voice gravelly and husky as he watched Benjamin finish the job and work the last drops of semen out of his throbbing cock. ‘Now show your Daddy how much you love his cum.’

Michael laid back and watched Benjamin clean the salty cum off his tummy and breasts with his fingers and then proceed to eat it all up, just like Michael had commanded.

‘Good boy,’ Michael said. ‘Now, your turn… lie back and spread those legs for me.’

However just as Michael was about to return the favor and give Benjamin a leg trembling orgasm with his hands, lips, and tongue, he heard his phone beep.

‘I’m sorry,’ Michael said, his mind suddenly focused. ‘That was the emergency notification. It could be Faustino or Matteo. I have to get this.’

Benjamin nodded and let out a sigh of frustration, but as far as Michael was concerned this was no time to delay. Michael sprung up off the bed and grabbed his cellphone from the mahogany cabinet by the window…

FAUSTINO: Brother, it’s Kable. He’s been shot. Shot bad. He’s going to live, but you need to get to the city ASAP. This is big. The shooter? You’re not going to believe it…

This was serious. In fact, it was potentially a total gamechanger for Michael, Faustino, and Matteo’s plans.

But all that could wait. Kable was a loyal man, one of the best and most trusted lieutenants you could ask for.

It was time to get back to the city and find out precisely what went down – and who the motherfucker responsible for it all was too…

The drive to the hospital was fast and thankfully not disrupted by any traffic.

Michael felt a sense of relief too knowing that Kable was going to make it out alive.

However one thing was already setting off alarm bells – Kable wasn’t at the usual Fendi approved hospital, the injured spy was at a much smaller hospital on the other side of the city…

‘Kable, you’re alive,’ Michael said, happy to see Kable sitting up in his hospital bed, albeit with a large amount of strapping around his shoulder and what appeared to be a cast on his left leg. ‘Although I’m wondering just how much of a close call it was…’

‘You know me, I play close to the edge,’ Kable said, groaning as he attempted to move this shoulder. ‘God damn bullet. And before you ask, yes you too can break your ankle like me if you ever jump from a third story window onto a concrete yard.’

It was clear that Kable hadn’t lost any of his customary dry humor.

But judging from the looks of concern on Faustino and Matteo’s faces, this was all far from a laughing matter.

‘Kable, tell Michael who shot you,’ Faustino said, pacing up and down and with a look on his face that Michael knew spelled trouble.

‘Kable?’ Michael asked, placing his hand on his fallen man’s bed. ‘Talk to me.’

‘It was… Tassimo,’ Kable said, once again groaning as his wound throbbed underneath the bandaging.

‘And that’s why you’re here and not at Saint Martin’s Hospital,’ Michael said, now fully realizing what had transpired. ‘And I’m guessing that any of us seen near Saint Martin’s are going to get pumped full of lead from here on out?’

‘Yup, that’s what I’m thinking,’ Matteo agreed, tapping a message on his phone as he spoke. ‘Word on the street is spreading. Tassimo has put a bounty on all three of our heads. He must have found out about Kable asking around, made the connection to you, and then of course… Benjamin.’

‘Fuck,’ Michael snapped. ‘That piece of shit better not lay a finger on the boy.’

‘Don’t worry, he’s safe at mine for now,’ Matteo replied.

‘My boy called a car for him to come over. I’ve already put four extra men on security detail.

But this does mean that we need to put our takeover in motion.

It’s now or never guys. And it’s not even like we have a choice now. Our cards are marked.’

‘I say we go straight to Fendi House and nuke the joint,’ Faustino said, his eyes wild with rage and his fingers twitching like they were already wrapped around a twin set of semi-automatic pistols. ‘Let’s fuck them all up tonight.’

‘No, we need to play this smart,’ Matteo said, stepping in and placing a firm but conciliatory hand on Faustino’s shoulder. ‘We’ve got the brains. We’ve got the sharp shooters. And we’ve got loyal men we can call on. Tassimo isn’t as popular as he thinks.’

‘But Matteo,’ Kable said, adjusting his position in the bed so that he was sitting more upright, despite the pain he was in.

‘I did some more asking around, which is probably why Tassimo decide to come for me. It turns out that he’s been working with the Inzaghi family.

The plan is for the Inzaghi’s to take over the Fendi empire, with Tassimo being given a lifelong role as an untouchable head of family. ’

‘How sure are you?’ Michael asked, knowing that Kable was very rarely wrong in his intel but also feeling like a single thing couldn’t be left to chance even if there was the slightest hint of doubt. ‘We have to know what we’re up against here.’

‘Michael, I’m as sure as I’ve ever been,’ Kable said. ‘That dumb bastard Tassimo pretty much spelled it out to me when he came to kill me. And believe me, I don’t think he was aiming for my shoulder either. That motherfucker was going for the head.’

Michael nodded.

It was clear that Kable was convinced about the conspiracy.

And the more that Michael digested it, the more it made sense too.

Tassimo had long been rumored to be unhappy with various other top bosses in the family, and there we even whispers some years ago that he had survived an assassination attempt in his younger days and sworn to wreak his revenge later.

‘Okay, so unless anyone else has anything else to add, I think we’re in agreement,’ Michael said, looking around the room to his comrades. ‘It’s time for us to make our play.’

‘I don’t think I’m going to be much use,’ Kable said.

‘Don’t worry, you’ve already done your part,’ Matteo answered. ‘If it wasn’t for you getting this intel on Tassimo, then we’d be screwed. It’s only a shame you had to do it the hard way. But you’ll be back on your feet in no time.’

‘Agreed,’ Michael said. ‘And when you’re ready, you’ll become the family’s new head of security and intelligence.’

‘Now that I can get on board with,’ Kable grinned. ‘But before any of that, I think I need my cushions plumped by the cute as hell nurse who was with me before you three big, ugly Fendi men stormed the room.

Michael laughed. And it wasn’t long before Faustino and Matteo joined in the laughter too. It might have been a tough moment – with more stress and violence to come soon too – but spirits were high.

This is our time.

The cream is rising to the top.

And my father’s dream will finally come true…