Page 10 of My Young Mafia Daddy

I’d heard that there were Daddies in the Mafia, but I’d always assumed that these were the kinds of Daddies who stuck strictly to the younger, wilder Littles that spent pretty much every night partying in clubs and had barely worked a day in their lives.

‘H-h-h-how do you know?’ I say, a little shocked but kinda loving it too. ‘I mean, how do you know for sure? Not everyone who dresses sharply is a gangster!’

‘Ha! I know that, Eddie,’ Mitch says, taking a big bite of his cream horn. ‘I actually recognized him from a Mafia blog I read online. I do more than just bake, you know?’

‘Wow, that’s… interesting,’ I say, my heart thumping several beats quicker than it was previously. ‘Do you think I can handle him?’

‘Only you know that, my buddy,’ Mitch says. ‘I can barely handle the cashing up process on this damn iPad, who am I to judge what a Little can handle from his Daddy?’

The two of us burst into laughter.

Nico may be a Mafia Daddy, but from our flirtations online and in person, I can tell that he likes me. And every bone in my body is telling me that I like him too.

My day-to-day life is about as wholesome and fluffy as anyone could ever wish for.

I think I might want some danger and edginess.

After all, why did I start chatting to Nico in the first place?

On some level, I think I knew he was a bit different to the average New York City Daddy.

And what’s even better is that Nico is attracted to me for who I am. My old Daddy worked a respectable, nine to five job and he was always a bit mean about my weight and body shape.

But Nico’s not like that.

Nico thinks I’m hot just the way I am.

The way I see it, Nico might do bad things in the mafia – if he even really is Mafia – but that’s got nothing to do with how he feels about me.

There’s no way I’m going to let this chance at happiness slip through my hands.

And anyway, Nicocommandedme to meet him at eight.

Now I know he’s a young Mafia Daddy, I can’t possibly risk angering him by not showing up.

But with the promise of a smacked bottom for being tardy, I might just be a couple of minutes late!

‘So if you can work this freakin’ iPad accounting thing for me, I’ll let you bounce early,’ Mitch says, a relieved look on his face as I take the iPad and quickly resolve the issue. ‘Holy hell. I really need to do some work on my tech skills.’

‘No problemo,’ I giggle, hugging Mitch and making my way out of East Side Sugar and getting ready to get home as quickly as I can.

It’s time to prepare for my date.

I’ve haven’t dated a young Mafia Daddy before and want to make sure I’m looking my absolute best…

My apartment is looking nice and clean as usual, but my head is spinning with so many possibilities as to what my date with Nico will actually look like.

Nico’s hot beyond belief.

He’s younger than me too.

And now it turns out he’s involved with the Mafia?

Wow. This might just be the triple-threat from my ultimate late-night fantasies…

And as I’m standing under the hot water cascading down from my shower, I can’t help but start to feel aroused at the possibility that I might be getting manhandled by a true, one hundred percent genuine bad guy.

I mean, I know it’s maybe morally dubious… but I can’t deny how hot it is.

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