Page 1 of In Daddy's Hands

Chapter One

The noise inside therestaurant pounded on Boone’s brain. Layers of varied voices, clinking silverware, and the smell of food assailed his senses. He couldn’t focus. Thankfully, his younger brother had his dad’s attention, keeping him distracted. There was nothing Beau Bosi hated more than being ignored. It wasn’t Boone’s fault. He wasn’t trying to be an asshole. A migraine was coming. He felt the tension building inside him, waiting to take over his life, incapacitating him. Boone wanted to stand up and scream he wanted to go home. As the biggest weapons dealer on the west coast, Boone’s father wasn’t disobeyed. Boone had been ordered to present himself for dinner at his father’s favorite restaurant. Here he was, dying.

“May I get you something to drink?”

The sweet and familiar voice snatched Boone from the edge. His head turned so fast, he nearly pulled a muscle. His clothes were the same as every server’s and his blond hair had been tamed. But those unearthly blue eyes were the same. He looked so out of place.

“Just bring us a bottle of Château Pétrus.”

At his father’s demand, Jupiter dipped his chin. For a second, his gaze returned to holding Boone’s stare before he walked away. Boone couldn’t tear his eyes away. Jupiter Wilcox was a tiny guy with the most perfect ass Boone had ever seen. His smile definitely lit the room, but Boone hadn’t seen it often and only at a club they frequented: The PlayPen. It was a fetish club for daddy and Little types to mingle. Boone had only ever seen Jupiter wear fuzzy animal pjs. He had never pictured what the guy looked like or did outside the club. Jupiter looked so out of place. So unhappy.

A loud snap broke Boone’s focus. “You can chase ass later. This is family time.”

Boone forced himself to pay attention to his father. Beau looked unusually irritated. It was pretty much the norm for him to be pissed at Boone, but that was usually reserved for Beau’s home. When it was just the three of them, out on the town, his dad tried to keep up a fatherly appearance. Hell, maybe he really thought of himself as the perfect father. At one time, Boone had believed it too. Unfortunately, the years had proven that just wasn’t true.

“Sorry. I zoned out. The migraines are back.”

Beau’s expression shifted. For a moment, he looked like a true parent. “I thought that new doctor had shit figured out.”

Boone winced. “I did too.”

Banks jumped in. “Just smoke some of the good good and you’ll be… good,” he said with a laugh.

His dad rolled his eyes.

Boone tried for a smile. His baby brother was the only person Boone loved. No matter his vices. “I’ll be fine. Is there any news on the new border patrol bullshit?”

Beau smiled. “Don’t worry about that. This is a father-son dinner. No need to talk business.”

The wine arrived.

Boone tried not to look at Jupiter again. His father was already suspicious. Boone looked down, hiding a smirk as Jupiter subtly shifted his body toward Boone, as if that was where he felt safest. He barely heard anyone’s order. Boone didn’t meet Jupiter’s stare until it was his turn.

Goddamn. Those eyes were just… fuck. They matched his name. Out of this world. Even dressed as an adult, Jupiter looked way too innocent and like he needed protection. “What do you suggest?”

“The salmon is fresh tonight.”

He sounded exactly like he read from a script. Boone dipped his chin. “That’s what I’ll have, then.”

Jupiter gathered their menus and scurried away again. This time, Boone kept his gaze carefully averted. He played the dutiful son the rest of the night. When the check came, Boone grabbed it.

“This one is on me.”

Beau nodded his approval, as if he had raised his eldest well.

Banks was in his own world. No one expected he would pay, and he was likely too high to think straight anyhow. Boone passed along his black card and waited. Jupiter quickly returned with his card, receipt and an ink pen in a server book. He filled out the receipt, leaving Jupiter a seven-hundred-dollar tip. He also stole the chance to scribble a quick note for Jupiter at the bottom of the receipt before anyone saw. There was still a slight chance his head might explode into crippling pain, but he was intrigued. He wanted to know Jupiter outside of The PlayPen. As he handed the book to Jupiter, he made sure their fingers brushed where no one could see. Their gazes collided. He swore an entire conversation passed between them. Jupiter was one of only two Littles at The PlayPen that had the balls to speak to him and the other one was engaged to Boone’s lawyer. Boone couldn’t let this opportunity pass. Jupiter had his attention. Likely, that wasn’t a good thing.

Boone Bosi. Holy shit. Jupiter had seen his family at the restaurant before, but this was the first time they had been seated in his section. Everyone knew they were dangerous, and it was best to speak as little as possible while catering to their every need. It was also understood not to dawdle. No one wanted to accidentally overhear their business and end up dead. But Jupiter hadn’t expected Boone. They had never seen each other outside of the fetish club they both frequented.

He had these dark eyes that bored into people. They hid his thoughts while making everyone want to know his secrets. Those eyes also scared the shit out of people. He looked like the killer he was. The Bosi men always wore high-dollar suits, looking the part of high society. They fit in where Jupiter worked. The restaurant was a five-star experience that catered to the upper crust. There were no prices on the menu. Jupiter honestly loved his job. He had always been a good actor. He easily played whatever role got him the best tip.

Jupiter’s eyes bugged at the seven hundred dollars Boone left. Honestly, he had gotten bigger, but not for such a small party. Their ticket had been miniscule compared to most of his tables. But the real shocker was the note scribbled at the bottom of the receipt. His gaze shot toward the table. The Bosi men had vanished. Jupiter’s gaze returned to the words waiting for him.

Text me what time you get off at 555-8370. I’ll pick you up.

It wasn’t a request. Boone had given him an order. Jupiter didn’t even think about if he would obey. He quickly slipped into one of his favorite hiding spots and pulled out his phone. Jupiter kept an eye out for his boss while he quickly saved Boone’s number to his phone and texted him.

Jupiter:I get off at ten.

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