Page 8 of Killer Daddy (Fendi Mafia Daddies #2)

Michael

With Benjamin fast asleep and a good few hours before sunrise, Michael had left him safely tucked up in the beach house and driven forty minutes up the coast to the Fendi family mansion.

There was business to attend to – and while looking after Benjamin was one thing, Michael knew that he needed to check with the senior bosses that he had a green light to kill the Inzaghi men.

As far as Michael was concerned, he couldn’t see what the problem would be. Taking out a couple of unruly street soldiers from a rival family was easy enough to do, especially given the fact that there was no formal peace agreement between the two families.

In fact, Michael was almost certain that he would be granted permission to carry out the killings.

The only slight doubt that Michael had in his mind about his visit to the mansion was the fact that he, Faustino, and Matteo had decided that they would be making a play to run the whole family sooner rather than later.

The last thing that Michael wanted to do was to arouse any suspicion amongst the senior men and spies who would no doubt be in attendance.

Still, on the flipside it was probably true that showing up at the mansion with a request to kill was probably as good a way as any to ensure that no suspicions were aroused.

As Michael pulled up and parked his car on the graveled parking space outside the house, he noted that Faustino and Matteo’s cars were already there. This was a good start. The last thing that Michael wanted was to show up on his own and have to go into the meeting solo.

‘Gentlemen,’ Michael said, nodding to the security guards on the door as he stepped inside and made a beeline for Faustino and Matteo. ‘Let’s not waste any time.’

Faustino and Matteo nodded and after walking around to the west wing of the mansion, the three of them found themselves inside Tassimo Lorenzo Fendi’s office room.

‘Men, please take a seat,’ Tassimo said, walking over to his drinks cabinet and pouring three whiskeys to go with his own drink. ‘And to what do I owe this honor?’

It might have been late at night, but Tassimo was well known for keeping his own very unique hours of business. There was even a rumor stretching back at least twenty years that Tassimo got by on three hours sleep a night.

Now in his late fifties, Tassimo was silver haired, slim, and had a razor sharp mind.

It was said that much of the Fendi family’s success in winning the various gang wars over the last twenty years was down to him.

Tassimo might have married into the family and taken the Fendi name to sit alongside Lorenzo as a sign of loyalty, but there had never been any doubts about his value to the family.

After Michael explained the situation regarding the Inzaghi thugs, it was clear that Tassimo needed a moment to consider things.

As Tassimo walked around his desk and took a seat, Michael exchanged a quick look with his brothers in arms. There was tension in the air, and all of a sudden Michael wasn’t sure whether going to Tassimo had been the right choice after all.

Come on, talk Tassimo.

Don’t keep me waiting.

And don’t try any damn mind games…

‘My answer is this,’ Tassimo said, pausing to take a sip of his drink. ‘You can help the boy and dispose of these men. But do it subtly. I don’t want to raise any unnecessary trouble.’

‘Thank you, sir,’ Michael said, relieved to have been given the go ahead.

But if Michael thought it was going to be as simple as that, then he had another thing coming. Tassimo held his hand out, motioning for Michael to take pause.

‘Of course, this favor will come at a price,’ Tassimo smiled. ‘In exchange for the assistance, you will assume a twenty percent stake in the business on behalf of the family.’

‘Wait, what?’ Michael interjected, immediately unhappy with this condition. ‘It’s a florist. Twenty percent of their profits won’t make a damn bit of difference to the family.’

‘True. But that’s the price,’ Tassimo said. ‘We’re not a charity or community outreach scheme. And I’m a little surprised that you don’t seem to understand this. Now either accept this proposal or consider your permission rescinded.’

Michael could tell that Tassimo would not budge on this. And while he might not have liked it, it was going to be the only way to kill the Inzaghi men with the family’s permission.

‘No, please don’t misunderstand me,’ Michael said, clearing his throat. ‘I think it is a very reasonable offer. Thank you. And I’m sure the store owner will be grateful and happy to fall into line.’

‘That’s what I like to hear,’ Tassimo said, a cold smile on his face and his piercing stare working its way from Faustino, to Matteo, and then resting at Michael. ‘Now if you’ll excuse me…’

With that, the doors to Tassimo’s office were opened by the burly security guard and Michael and his allies were in no doubt that it was time to leave.

The outcome hadn’t been what Michael had wanted, but if it meant that he could kill the thugs who had threatened Benjamin then he could live with it… for now at least.

With the sun rising and Michael ready for a nice and relaxing start to the day after the late night visit to Fendi House, he pulled up outside the beach house and trudged somewhat wearily inside.

‘Good morn…’ Michael said, his voice trailing off as he surveyed the sight of the messiest kitchen he’d ever seen. ‘What the…’

There was music coming from the guest bedroom, but as Michael walked around the kitchen and took in the sight of spilled cereal, milk, and breadcrumbs, he couldn’t quite wrap his head around what he was seeing.

Did the boy throw a party while I was gone?

This is outrageous.

And it’s the last thing I need…

But Michael’s frustration soon turned to anger as he saw his iPad open on the kitchen worktop with a large splash of milk across the screen.

‘You have to be kidding me,’ Michael growled, walking over to the iPad and wiping the screen with a nearby cloth.

Michael then came to a standstill when he saw that Benjamin had somehow managed to turn the location settings from private to open. This was exactly what he had warned the boy about doing, and there would need to be consequences.

‘Benjamin! Come here!’ Michael called out, his voice under control but stern.

‘Hey! You’re back,’ Benjamin said, stepping out of his bedroom in a flimsy t-shirt and pair of Michael’s shorts that he must have dug out from a cupboard in the bathroom. ‘I hope you don’t mind that I made breakfast early.’

‘This place is a mess. I thought we’d been robbed,’ Michael growled, stepping forward and taking Benjamin by the arm. ‘And not only was my iPad covered in almond milk, but you’ve removed the security settings.’

‘Jeez, just relax for a minute,’ Benjamin said, licking a blob of whipped cream off his fingers. ‘No big deal. It’s not like some super-hacker is trying to find us.’

Michael shook his head in utter disbelief. Benjamin was not only being incredibly disrespectful, but he seemed totally unaware that he was out of line. This couldn’t stand. Something had to be done right there and then in that moment.

‘Safeword,’ Michael said. ‘And I’m not screwing around. Give me your safeword so I can show you exactly what happens to disobedient, sugar-fueled boys.’

‘ Sonic ,’ Benjamin said, his cocky attitude suddenly replaced with something else altogether. ‘My safeword is Sonic but please, we don’t need to do this. I won’t do it again. I really, really, really won’t!’

‘I certainly hope you won’t do it again,’ Michael said, marching Benjamin toward the kitchen table and promptly bending him over the wooden edge and pushing his body flat down on top of the flour, cream, spilled milk and cereal.

‘But you’re going to get your bottom spanked just to make sure.

Now hold on to the sides of the table. I’m going to pull these shorts down and take my hand to your cheeks. ’

‘Please! I pwomise I won’t be bad again,’ Benjamin said, affecting a cutesy voice in a last ditch attempt to wriggle his naughty butt out of the punishment.

‘Quiet, boy,’ Michael said, admonishing Benjamin as he pulled his shorts down and saw that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. ‘Now keep those cheeks still while I teach you a lesson that you so evidently need to learn.’

Benjamin whimpered and waited as Michael took a moment to run the flat of his palm over his cheeks.

As he had noticed, Benjamin’s bottom was full and around – a stark contrast to his small waist and slender legs.

There would certainly be no issue with finding the target, and Michael was ready to deliver…

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

‘ Owwwwwwww !’ Benjamin cried out, his cheeks immediately reddening as Michael made good on his promise to set them alight. ‘I hate you!’

‘Maybe so, but you will come to respect me,’ Michael replied, wasting no time in landing another set of four spanks, each time ensuring to cover another part of Benjamin’s delectably soft and jiggly cheeks. ‘Now make sure to hold still. I want to hear the crack of my palm echo around this house.’

‘ Owwwwweeeee !’ Benjamin squealed, the entirety of his buttocks now red Michael continued to work at full speed to teach him a lesson. ‘It’s so hot. And stingy. I…’

‘Say it,’ Michael said, landing a hard and precise spank on Benjamin’s left cheek. ‘Say it now or I’ll keep going.’

‘I’m sorry, Daddy,’ Benjamin said, evidently in enough pain to swallow his pride and admit that the spanking was well deserved. ‘I’m really sorry. I won’t do it again. I’ve learned my lesson.’

Michael took a minute to assess whether the boy was being genuine. There was no doubting that his bottom was certainly red enough. And judging by how quiet Benjamin now was, Michael felt like he had been earnest enough in his apology.

‘Good, I’ll take you at your word,’ Michael said. ‘And now I think I have the nicer part of my Daddy duty to do. Let’s get those rosy cheeks all cooled off, shall we?’

‘Yes, D-D-D-Daddy,’ Benjamin replied, still bent over the table and with his bare legs and bottom on display.

‘Good boy,’ Michael said, his voice reassuring and calm as he took a pot of cooling cream out of the refrigerator and began to gently apply it over the surface of Benjamin’s peachy ass. ‘Just say if you want any more cream. We can always come back an reapply if you need it.’

‘Okay,’ Benjamin said, still bent over and with a hint of his cock and balls on display between his legs, much to Michael’s delight. ‘Please can I cover up now?’

‘Of course you may,’ Michael said. ‘Allow me.’

With that, Michael crouched down behind Benjamin and pulled up the pair of shorts until they were over Benjamin’s butt and sitting comfortably around his waist.

‘Now how about we wrap up warm and go and sit outside and listen to the waves?’ Michael asked. ‘You can snuggle underneath a blanket and I’ll tell you all about the good news I have for you. How does that sound?’

‘It sounds great,’ Benjamin said, brushing the crumbs off his t-shirt. ‘I really am sorry, you know. I think I went a bit crazy on the sugar. And then there was the relief of knowing how safe I am here. I guess I kind of went a bit wild.’

Michael nodded. If he had any doubts that the boy’s apology hadn’t been genuine, then those doubts were gone. Evidently, Benjamin was thoughtful and genuine.

‘Everyone makes mistakes,’ Michael said, putting his arm around Benjamin and bringing him in close for a hug.

‘It’s just when there’s a Daddy around, those mistakes often end up in spankings.

But that’s how Littles learn. Now, let’s find the coziest blankets and I’ll show you just how relaxing my favorite chair is when those waves lap up onto shore… ’

Benjamin smiled and Michael could feel his naughty boy’s chest pressing up against his body. He might just have taken the little brat to task and made him holler in pain, but suddenly Michael was beginning to realize just how much he wanted to give Benjamin pleasure too…