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ChapterFourteen

ROMARE

Vito walked backinto the living room and sat in his usual chair. I watched him while I sat on the floor with a coloring book that he’d brought home the other day. Going outside was still on the no go list for the most part, but I didn’t mind it so much. Being home with Vito felt right.

He patted his thigh. “Come here, boy.”

I crawled over to him, abandoning the book right away. When I sat between his thighs, I licked my lips envisioning sucking his cock again. Vito laughed and shook his head.

“You have a filthy mind,” he said. “Turn around and let me do your hair.” He held up a brush. “We’re having company and I want you to look your best.”

I lit up. “Really? Who is it?”

Vito hesitated. “Six.”

I frowned. “The touchy one,” I grumbled. “I don’t like him.”

Sighing, Vito grabbed my shoulders and helped me rotate before I landed on my butt. “That was a misunderstanding. Six is the kind of person that’s a lot to handle at first, but he doesn’t have a malicious bone in his body. I promise.”

I groaned. “Do I have to, Daddy?”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he growled. “But I want you to try. Can you do that?”

I stared at the floor and frowned. I could do it if it was Vito asking, but I still didn’t want to. All I could picture was Six’s hand on Vito, how close and comfortable he looked with him. My stomach pitched and I wrapped my arms around my legs.

“Ragazzo. Last time I checked you could speak. Are you willing to try?”

I sighed. “Yes,” I muttered. “I’m willing to try.”

For you.

If it was anyone else asking, I would have told them to leave me alone. But Vito just wanted what was best for me. And I knew he wouldn’t hurt me either.

The brush swept through my hair and I readied myself for the afro that I was more than likely going to have. My curly hair never responded well to a brush. But Vito worked quickly and quietly. Something smelled good and peaked my interest as I felt coolness glide along my scalp.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Giving this wild mess of curls some control,” he said. Vito grunted and I glanced over my shoulder to watch him study his phone. “I think I’m doing this right.”

I grinned. He looked that up just for me. I hugged myself even tighter and the stone in my chest was lifted.

“There. Okay look at it,” Vito said as he handed me his phone.

My face filled the screen and I pulled the phone back. All of my curls were straightened out. There was no fritz and I smiled at it. I wouldn’t want to look like that all the time; I liked my curls. But I didn’t mind when Vito did my hair.

Pride had me pushing out my chest and a smile tugged at my lips. My Daddy was doing my hair. Ever since we’d had the talk I was sitting on cloud nine! Vito wanted to give me something that I’d never had, and he was happy to do it. I figured he would think I was a weirdo, but he didn’t. He cared about me. About my well-being. And I worshiped him for it.

“What do you think?”

“I love it,” I said without hesitation as I leaned my head back on Vito’s thigh and smiled at him. “It’s perfect.”

“I doubt that’s true,” he grumbled. “But I did my best.”

A chuckle spilled from my lips as he tried to downplay his talent. I had no clue where Vito even learned to do hair. Or was it all from those youtube tutorials? Either way, I would never complain when it was my Daddy who had saved me. He could cut it all off and I would still love him.

I climbed into his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I love it.”

Vito hesitated before he rubbed a hand up and down my back. He didn’t admit that he was amazing, but he didn’t deny it either. And that was good enough for me right now.

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