Page 9 of My Young Mafia Daddy

With that, I take Eddie by the hand and we walk outside the bakery and take a seat on the bench to the side of the bakery.

‘I’m going to keep the bullshit to a minimum,’ I say. ‘I won’t mess you around or play any games. I think I want to see you again. Soon.’

I wait for the boy to respond.

I can see that his mind is working at a million miles per hour.

And I hope he’s on the same page as me…

‘I’d like that too,’ Eddie replies. ‘I think I’d like thata lot.’

‘Good,’ I say, feeling in my intuition that the boy wants me to take control. ‘You’ll bring your ass to Shakers Bar at 8PM. Donotbe late. I expect good timekeeping. Every minute of tardiness will be met with a healthy dose of corrective discipline.’

‘Y-y-y-yes, D…. Daddy,’ Eddie replies. ‘I’ll be on time. You can count on that.’

‘That’s what I like to hear, baby boy,’ I reply, placing my hand on Eddie’s soft, juicy thigh. ‘We’ll have fun. I can promise you that. And something tells me that we’re on the same page as each other. We matched on a lot of kinks too…’

‘We certainly did,’ Eddie replies, his cheeks flushing bright red as he no doubt imagines the kinds of things we could be getting up to together sooner rather than later.

But whatever the boy thinks we might be doing, I would bet my biggest diamond haul that he’s got no idea just how wild I can be when the lights dim and my true Daddy Dom side comes out to play…

Chapter 3

Eddie

‘I think this date could be seriously fun,’ I say, cleaning out the baking trays and getting them all shiny and ready for tomorrow. ‘I mean… he’s seriously hot, right?’

I look over toward Mitch as he fiddles around with the bakery iPad.

Mitch isn’t the best with technology, but he’s the boss so he needs to learn how to do it!

‘Um, yeah, what was that?’ Mitch says, a look of irritation on his face as he put the iPad back down on the service counter. ‘Sorry. Yeah, Nico… there’s no denying he’s smoking hot…’

‘Do I detect abut?’ I reply. ‘And I don’t mean the rock-hard butt inside Nico’s suit trousers either LOL.’

I can see that Mitch is tossing and turning something over in his mind.

What does Mitch know that I don’t?’

This isn’t good. Mitch needs to spill…

‘Come on, no holding out on me,’ I say, putting my drying cloth down and walking over to Mitch. ‘I know you’re my boss, but we’re friends too. If there’s something you think I should know, then tell me. I’d do the same for you.’

Mitch smiles.

He’s got a kind face, and I know he’d never do or say anything that wasn’t in my best interests.

‘Well… I just wanted to check that you realized something,’ Mitch says.

‘What? Something about Nico?’ I say, intrigued.

‘Yeah, about Nico,’ Mitch replies, picking out one of the day’s left over cream horns and handing it to me. ‘You know he’s… Mafia, right?’

Wait, what?

Is Mitch being serious right now?

Nico is Mafia?

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