Page 25 of Domination

“Do you still manage to get it up okay, Papa?” I try not to smile at my son’s taunt. If only he knew how often I do get it up. “Or do you need some of those little blue pills?”

“What will you do with her when you’ve had enough?” Tommy asks while Rafael continues his petulant, silent seething.

I give Tommy my attention and lift an eyebrow. “Who said I’ll get enough and get rid?”

He sits forward. “You’re keeping her?”

Rafael scoffs. “Another one. Great. Can we start the meeting now? We have shit to deal with.”

Rocco licks his lips and tries but fails to stifle a grin. “Papa, does this one get a different color leash from the others? Because she’s for keeps.”

Rafael pinches the bridge of his nose. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he grumbles.

Rocco’s attention slices toward him. “When I took Hallie to the pet store, she picked out a nice little heart one for the puppy.” His lip twitches, and Rafael’s face is bordering on purple. Jesus, is my son going to have a heartattack? And he thinks he’s ready for me to retire for him to take the reins?

I sit straighter in my chair and shuffle around the contracts with the O’Connell family.

A knock on the door interrupts my thoughts, and Massio opens it. “They’re here.”

Clearing my throat, I reply, “Another twenty.” He scans the room, then his lips pull into a tight line before he nods and shuts the door.

Resting my feet on the table, I flick open the cigar box and pull out a freshly cut one placed there for me this morning, and my sons gape at me in disbelief. “A chain.” I focus on Rocco, whose eyes narrow. “I won’t use a leash on her like you’re referring to, I will use a chain. It will feel more dominant.”

Rocco’s face morphs from uncertainty into jest, and I smirk at him as realization takes over his face.

“And now we have a fucking sex education lesson,” Rafael complains while staring up toward the ceiling. “A depraved one at that.”

“Well, I don’t need any lessons.” Tommy grins at his brother.

“Papa is a good tutor, taught me all kinds of shit.” Rocco bounces in his seat, and not for the first time, I wonder if he should have been medicated as a child. He’s always so… wired.

I beam toward Rocco with pride. He’s right, though, as unhealthy as it may sound, when my son asked for my advice, I gave it to him. After all, he didn’t ask me very often, so I sure as hell wasn’t turning him away when he did.

“What?” Tommy scrunches his nose; the fucker has a short memory. Pretty sure I sent him his first whore to fuck, a good one too.

All the talk about sex has my mind going back to Gracie; it’s been over an hour since I saw her. I lift my phone and tap out a message.

Me: Send me a photo of your bare pussy.

I lick my lips, waiting for her response.

Gracie: Now?

Seeing her name light up on my phone has my heart racing. I was tempted to call her little pet in my contact list, but I like Gracie better; it feels more permanent.

Me: Now!

My sons begin bickering about the plans for the O’Connells. Since the police commissioner has taken such an interest in our organization, they’ve been taking the firearms contract off us in order to deliver our shipments securely.

“What do you think, Papa?” My gaze collides with Rocco’s.

“Huh?”

“I said… What. Do. You. Think?” He speaks in the high, slow tone that pisses me off, and he damn well knows it.

Rafael sighs heavily. “He’s referring to the fact the O’Connells are wanting to outsource the responsibility.”

I take a pull of my cigar. “Outsource.” I mull over his words. “Do we know the MC they plan on using?”

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