Page 28 of My Fluffy Mafia Daddy

"Yeah." Rowan taps my shoulder. "Tell us about Benedetto. We're listening."

I look at Christian in disbelief. "He's really not anything." I'm sort of lying. "It's not a big deal."

"I told you how I met my Daddy." Karter pats his duck stuffy, Rosy, on the head. "You need to tell us about Benedetto. It's only fair."

"I agree." Macon picks up a Zebra cake and pops it in his mouth. "It's the law of reciprocity. It's like if I blow my hubby for an online video and he doesn’t return the favor. It wouldn’t be okay for him not to get me off, as well."

I nearly choke on my tongue. Blowing his boyfriend in online videos? Something tells me Macon is wild.

"Benedetto is the man who’s watching me this month." I blow out a breath as I stare at the floor. "I'm staying at his house in the Hamptons, although I don't know if I'll be there much longer."

"Oh my God." Santiago winks at me. "That's so exciting."

I glance over at Santiago. "Really?"

"Yes." Santiago nods sagely. "There's nothing like sharing a dwelling to grow closer. That's actually how I met my partner, Maxim."

"Damn right, boy."

A growly voice reaches us from across the room. I glance up to see a big behemoth of a man sitting in a suit with the rest of the boys’ partners at the Daddy table. Oddly, he doesn't look like he belongs in a suit. He reminds me of a caveman. I could easily picture him in a loincloth, hunting wild animals and bringing them back to Santiago.

Santiago blows Maxim a kiss. "I love you, Daddy. I'm telling Wesley how we met."

"Tell all of us." A smirk tugs at Maxim's lips. "I'm sure we'd like to hear."

Santiago issues me a wan grin. "I was in the Lake Baikal region of Russia searching for my missing father. My bestie Preston was with me and we were on a mission."

"Those were crazy times." Preston snorts in amusement. "We had such big plans. But then you met Maxim."

"Still speaking, dude." Santiago shoots Preston a look. "Chime in when I finish."

Preston makes a zipping motion over his lips. "Mum’s the word."

"As I was saying, I was looking for my missing Dad." Santiago scoots closer to me. "I went to pee late one night. That's when a psychotic caveman heaved me into his arms. He told me I was his and stole me from our campsite. He brought me to his dwelling and made me his live-in cave husband."

"Whoa." My jaw tumbles to the ground.So I was right to think Maxim was a caveman."You're joking."

Santiago shakes his head. "I cooked his meals and he taught me about love. I was a little worried at first, because hey, I wasn't used to men kidnapping me. I'm a member of a super famous boy band in California and I didn't think I'd ever find a Daddy."

This piques my interest. "What boy band?"

"You really want to know?" Preston grins. "Or do you want to find out about Maxim’s mammoth Russian cock?"

"Both." I shrug noncommittally. "I'm up for whatever."

"Give him the name of the band, Santiago," another boy drawls, and I recognize him as Bentley. "You can dish about Maxim's giant Russian cock later."

Jesus Christ. These boys are filthier than my clients at the warehouse.

"Wonder Rection." Santiago says this a little too proudly. "That’s our band name. We sing pop songs about boys falling in love."

I let out a sigh. I thought I might know the band, since Santiago claims they’re world famous. But the name doesn't ring a bell. Chalk it up to my faulty memory. What else is new?

"I'm sorry." I shake my head in disappointment. "I've never heard of it."

"I'll sing a song." Santiago stands up and puts on a fake cape. "Give me my microphone, Preston."

"I'll do you one better." Preston rises to his feet. "We'll sing a song together."

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