Page 39 of My Young Mafia Daddy

But I don’t have time to wait for a reply…

‘Over here, now,’ Conte says, instructing the thugs to drag me over toward him. ‘Don’t even think of trying to run or call the police. I own these streets now, and you’d be wise to play by my rules.’

I don’t say anything.

I’m not going to give Conte the satisfaction of seeing how scared I am or hearing the fear in my voice.

I’m going to be a big boy and make my Daddy proud of me – he’s not the only one who can be strong when the tough times happen.

But as I feel the grip of Conte on my shoulder, I know that this is a serious situation.

I need my Daddy.

I’ve got a young Mafia Daddy and now is the time for him to show me exactly who he is and what he can do…

‘Daddy!’ I squeal, the sight of Nico and his friend Rico bursting into the bakery filling me with every emotion possible. ‘You came!’

I feel Luca Conte squeeze my shoulder, but somehow I wriggle free and scurry behind the bakery counter and snuggle up next to Mitch.

It’s only been a couple of minutes since I messaged Nico, he must have driven here at a billion miles per hour – well, maybe not that fast, but close!

‘You stay where you are, baby boy,’ Nico says, his hand poised inside his jacket pocket. ‘Daddy’s going to make this right.’

‘Daddy? Baby boy?’ Conte smirks. ‘What the fuck is this? Some kind of weird fetish shit?’

The two thugs laugh at their boss, but I can see that Conte’s attempt to unsettle my Daddy aren’t going to work.

‘It’s over Conte,’ Nico says, his voice firm and otherwise emotionless. ‘Unless you’ve got a sniper hiding in the donut aisle, I think you know that we ain’t backing down.’

This is tense.

I’ve never experienced anything like this in my life before.

If there was even a slight doubt about what my Daddy did for a living, then I don’t have to wonder any longer.

My Daddy is one hundred percent gangster – and judging by the top of the gun I can see poking out from his jacket, things are about to go to the next level any moment now.

‘Make a move,’ Conte snarls, his own hand now poised inside his jacket. ‘It’s three versus two. And I know that me and my men have taken down better opponents than you two young fools.’

I watch on, my mouth open wide and the adrenalin coursing around my body.

This is scary.

But my faith in my Daddy to protect me is too strong to really be afraid.

‘Come on, you young piece of crap,’ Conte says, exchanging a look with his thugs. ‘Either of you two losers got the guts to move first? Or are you just waiting for a real man to blast you away?’

‘Keep talking, just keep talking,’ Nico growls, his fingers hovering over his gun. ‘It didn’t have to be like this. You could have stayed in your own territory.’

‘But you got greedy,’ Rico chimes in. ‘And unfortunately for you, you got greedy in the wrong borough.’

This is all kinds of tense.

I feel like I’m in at the movies watching a gangster movie right now – but instead of popcorn and chips, I’m surrounded by cakes and super-tasty, frosted cream horns.

It’s only a matter of time before gunshot rings through the air.

Things are about to get crazy, I can just sense it – and I’m talking Shootout At The Cupcake Corale kinda crazy…

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