Page 5 of My Young Mafia Daddy

Speaking of excitement, I think it’s time I logged off OlderLittles.com for the night and got down to watching America’s Next Cupcake King.

Mitch says I should apply for the next season, but I’m not sure… it’s one thing making cakes for my customers, but to do it on TV? With an audience of millions? I’m not sure I’m cut out for that kind of thing.

It took me a lot of time to feel confident trying out new cupcake flavors and designs with my customers at East Side Sugar, and I don’t want to risk my reputation or my confidence by putting my cakes up there against other bakers or in front of the eyes of some of the toughest judges in the industry.

Anyway…

It’s time to enjoy the show and whatever happens I won’t log back on to the app. Not until the morning anyway.

Well – if I can’t sleep and need some delicious eye candy to indulge in a little late-night pleasure then I might just log on for a few minutes at least hehe…

Chapter 2

Nico

Holy fucking shit – I wasn’t expectingthis.

This was meant to be a friendly visit to arrange some contractual details and get everything signed and sealed for my bosses.

What it wasn’t meant to be was a full-on, all guns blazing shootout where the only way you’re going home is either alive or dead inside a body bag.

‘Latorro, cover me!’ I shout.

With the cover of machine gun fire, I roll out from behind the warehouse storage units and scurry across to the opposite side of the warehouse.

I need to find the vantage point that will let me take out the sonofabitch who set us up today.

This has gone way beyond any kind of negotiation.

This is kill or be killed.

And if that’s what I’m dealing with, then there’s no way I’m about to let myself be the chump who gets killed.

I’m Nico Costacurta.

In my twenty-seven years on this planet, I’ve never backed down to a rival once. I wouldn’t even let my older brother push me around, no matter how much bigger and stronger than me he was – and yeah, that did mean I took a few beatings from him as a kid!

But backing down is something that Mafia men simply don’t do.

I know the risks involved in my life as a junior Mafia boss.

Every day might be my last – and I’ve come close to death on more occasions than I can even remember at this point.

I may have dark brown eyes and chestnut brown hair to match, but my blood runs a cold, icy blue color – pressure and panic simply don’t apply to me.

To many people, I’m a closed book.

I don’t do emotion and I don’t like spilling my heart to people.

I keep my emotions in check and let my gun do the talking.

Maybe that’s why I have so many tattoos on my body. This might be my way of telling my story without having to resort to the whole soppy Oprah Winfrey life story bullshit.

A map of Sicily to honor my heritage.

A single pistol bullet to remember that one shot is all it takes.

A heart wrapped in a rose for… well, that’s just my hopeful romantic side – and yeah, I do have one of those too.

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