Page 6 of My Young Mafia Daddy

I might be a notorious hitman and rising Mafia boss, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want love in my life.

Daddies aren’t exactly traditional, and seeing as the Mafia is typically a very traditional and old school organization, I have kept my identity close to my chest.

What I truly need in my life is a boy to care for, to play with, and to giveevery single inchof my love to.

But meeting a boy in the city isn’t easy – well, not the kind of boy who I want to settle down with anyway.

Hanging out in clubs and having a quick connection isn’t what I’m all about. I know that I could go to a club and hook up with some random boy pretty much any night of the week I wanted – but that’s no good to me.

Sure, it’s great to spank a fresh pair of ass cheeks.

And it feels great to have your cock sucked by a submissive boy every now and then.

But I want that deeper connection.

I might only be twenty-seven but given the nature of my day to day life I feel like an old head on young shoulders.

I’ve seen and experienced things that most people wouldn’t in an entire lifetime. I want to settle down and have a boy by my side who I can trust and share the simple things in life with.

And the more I’ve thought about it, the more I’ve come to one simple conclusion…

I want anolderboy.

Young boys are fine, don’t get me wrong. I’m not going to lie and say a slim and fit twenty-one-year-old doesn’t have a definite appeal.

But… I want a cuddly, older boy who knows what he likes and has the life experience to handle whatever I throw at him.

‘Yo, Nico! Wake the fuck up! We’re getting rained on here!’ Latorro shouts, clearly pissed off by my inaction.

‘Relax buddy, I’m waiting for the… right… moment!’ I roar, springing out from behind the cover and taking down three guys in quick succession, my accuracy with the gun at pretty much Olympic levels.

‘Up on the mezzanine,’ Latorro bellows. ‘Dude’s got a motherfucking canon on his shoulder!’

Holy shit, Latorro isn’t kidding.

I glance up at the metallic mezzanine across on the other side of the warehouse and see a gnarled gangster with what looks like a God damned rocket launcher on his shoulder.

And worse – the rocket launcher appears to be aimed squarely in my direction.

This could be the moment when the lights go out for me.

It might be my last dance.

But… I’ve got too much to live for.

I’ll know when my time to die comes, and it ain’t going to be today – I’ve only recently registered for a dating app called OlderLittles.com for one thing!

‘Time to die asshole!’ I bellow, juking and rolling out from the other side of my new cover position and aiming my gun directly at the chump with the rocket launcher.

I know this needs to be a headshot if I’m to stand any chance.

For a moment, time stands still.

But this isn’t my first rodeo. I’ve been in this position before.

A Zen calm comes over me as I watch the rocket launcher thug take a bullet square between his eyes. His brain function immediately eviscerated, he lets go of the rocket launcher and plummets off the mezzanine and down onto the ground below.

‘Looks like the rocket man won’t be orbiting tonight,’ I say, shooting a look over to Latorro and my other associates. ‘Good work guys.’

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