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I could feel myself hardening in my slacks and I shifted slightly, trying to adjust myself.

Sofia took a seat at the breakfast bar, and I placed her coffee in front of her. She murmured a soft thanks and wrapped her hands around the mug, taking a sip.

I watched her, fascinated by the small details of her expression. The way her lips pursed as she sipped the hot coffee, the way her eyes fluttered shut in enjoyment, the way her shoulders relaxed just slightly. It was all so perfect, so endearing.

And she was all mine, at least for now.

Temporarily.

The only problem right now was her father, in more ways than one. What would he do when he found out I’d fucked his daughter? Why was he arrested in the first place? Who had put him behind bars?

“Sofia,” I said, breaking the silence. “We need to talk about your father.”

She looked up at me, her green eyes curious. “What about him?”

“There are things you need to know about me, about why your father was arrested, and about the world you’re now a part of,” I began.

She set her coffee down, her expression growing serious. “What do you mean, Massimo?”

I pulled up a stool across from her, leaning in slightly. “You’ve always joked about me being a mob boss, haven’t you?”

A small, nervous laugh escaped her lips. “Yeah, I guess I have. But it was just a joke. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Well, Sofia, it’s not a joke. You hit on the truth. I am a mob boss. As kingpin, I run a powerful organization with influence in many areas—business, politics, gambling, and security too,” I explained.

Her eyes widened, and she looked at me with a mix of shock and realization. It was honestly kind of adorable.

“You’re serious?” she gasped.

“Yes,” I said firmly. “Your father knew this. He trusted me to protect you because he knew I had the resources and power to do so. But it also means that his arrest is likely connected to me, to my enemies somehow.”

“But why? Why would they target him?” she asked, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Because they know he’s important to me,” I answered. “It’s a way to get to me, to weaken my position.”

“So, what do we do now?” she asked, decidedly unsure in her mannerisms, but she still held her head high anyway. I admired that about her for a moment.

Maybe she was more than just a teenage brat who needed her bare ass spanked every once in a while…

I swallowed hard, forcing my thoughts back on track before I pressed my fingers between her thighs and made her come for me once again.

“We find out who is behind this and make sure your father is safe,” I said, my voice firm with determination. “And in the meantime, you stay here, under my protection.”

She nodded slowly, absorbing my words. “I still can’t believe it. It all kind of makes sense now.”

“I know it’s a lot to take in,” I said, squeezing her hand gently. “But you need to trust me. We’ll get through this together.”

She looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and trust. “I do trust you, Massimo. I just… I need some time to process all of this.”

“Take all the time you need,” I reassured her. “But remember, you’re not alone in this. I’m here for you.”

She smiled, a small but genuine smile that warmed my heart. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I said, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “Now, finish your coffee. We have a lot to discuss and even more to plan.”

As she sipped from her mug, I watched her closely, feeling a fierce protectiveness surge through me. No one would harm her,not while I was around. And as for her father, I would find out who was behind his arrest and make sure they paid dearly for targeting the people important to me. It was simply a matter of time.

I drank some of my own coffee and sat down beside her. Alonzo slid a plate of food in front of each of us and I dug in, taking a bite of eggs and chewing on a slice of bacon.

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