Page 7 of My Young Mafia Daddy

‘These sonsofbitches tried to ambush us,’ Latorro says, inspecting a large open gash on his cheek.

‘Sure did,’ I reply, a knowing look on my face. ‘Something’s up, and I think it’s probably safe to say that Luca Conte is involved somewhere along the line. Whatever. Now’s not the time. We need to bounce before the Feds decide to make an appearance.’

‘Yup, time to bounce, brother,’ Latorro says. ‘You want to hit the bar with us, Nico?’

‘Not this time, brother,’ I reply. ‘Call me the oldest twenty-seven-year-old in the world, but I need some real relaxation. If I hit a bar now, I know I won’t be back home until 6:00AM tomorrow.’

We all laugh as we make our way out of the warehouse.

I take a left down a side alley and quickly jump inside my blacked-out SUV.

‘I ambeat,’ I say, the adrenalin rush from taking out the rocket launcher guy beginning to subside. ‘But not so beat I don’t feel like checking out some cute boys…’

I recline in the plush driver’s seat of my SUV and whip my cell phone out of my pocket. It’s time to hit the OlderLittles.com app and see who I’ve been matched with.

A lot can happen in the real world during a full-on warehouse shootout, so I might just be in luck…

‘Hmmm. Hot. Hot. Not bad. Okay. Hot. Pass. Decent. Hot…’ I say, casually scrolling through the various boys who have been matched to me.

I could imagine myself bending over any one of these boys in truth, but this isn’t just about a quick hookup.

I’ve always been a Daddy Dom.

My instinct is to dominate, to control, to care for – oh, and to turn ass cheeks a serious shade of red too!

I guess where I’m different to many Daddies is that I want an older, fuller-bodied boy to nurture and discipline where required. So far, OlderLittles.com is giving me some nice options, but nothing that is giving me that all-consuming whoa-Daddy kinda feeling…

‘Wait… who the holy hell ishe?’ I say, nearly dropping my phone in shock and excitement. ‘ChubbyCupcake01… I need to meet you. I need to get my hands on those sweet, meaty cheeks.’

With short blonde hair and eyes as blue as a tropical lagoon, ChubbyCupcake01 is my kinda boy – and even better, he’s online now.

And even though I’m fresh from a shootout and I can hear the sound of police sirens in the distance, I’m going to message this sweet package of Little sexiness right here and now…

DangerousDaddy911: You look good enough to eat…

ChubbyCupcake01: Which part? ;)

DangerousDaddy911: I can think of at least a couple of places. Tell me, have you been a naughty boy? You sound like you’re capable of mischief, that’s for sure…

ChubbyCupcake01: Maybe we should meet, and you can interrogate me?

DangerousDaddy911: Send me your location and I’m there, boy.

ChubbyCupcake01: Done. If you get here fast enough I’ll have something sweet and squidgy for you to feast on…

DangerousDaddy911: Boy, be careful what you wish for. I might just be too much for you to handle.

ChubbyCupcake01: I think I’m a big enough boy to handle anything you can give me…

DangerousDaddy911: Grrrrrrr. See you in fifteen.

Before I can even think about sending any more messages, the sound of blazing cop sirens is getting closer. I might be well hidden down this side alley, but the smart move is to get me and my SUV the hell out of here as quickly as I can.

And even if it wasn’t for the impending arrival of the Feds, I’ve got one cute as all hell baby boy to meet…

‘So this is the place,’ I say, pulling my SUV up and parking it on the side of the road opposite East Side Sugar. ‘Cute. Real fuckin’ cute.’

I’m not exactly a connoisseur of shop fronts or bakeries, but there’s no denying that the brightly painted signage and sweet cottage-style windows are a good look for a bakery.

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