Page 9 of My Daddy Is An Ex-Con

An uncomfortable expression washes over his face, and he rockets against the wall, his body flailing helplessly.

"Medici." His eyes roll to the whites, and he clutches my bare, muscular shoulders, gripping them for support.

I pick up his cloud stuffy—which fell onto his bed—and slide it under his arm. "You forgot this."

Mattie accepts the gift. "Let’s get the hell out of here."

A hot puddle of cum sloshes around my briefs as I lead him out of the dungeon.

I growl as I ram my machine gun off my shoulder, mowing down a few more guards who try to stop us from leaving.

Bang.

Their bodies fly to the end of the hallway before smacking against the burning walls.

I glance back one last time—and see strands of wetness on the damp concrete floor where Mattie was standing.

Fucking. Hell.

I wasn’t theonly onewhose body betrayed him—Mattie’s did, too.

A mammoth growl rips free from my lips as I lead Mattie to my helicopter. "Time to leave before the compound explodes."

ChapterThree

Mattie

Explosions are beautiful things.

The bigger the better—buildings, bridges, mountains that train operators take out to put in new railways.

Today, the explosion that occurs behind us as Medici’s black helicopter with theLucianofamily crest on the side whisks us to safety is better than the ones in action films.

The top of the compound soars into the air as it bursts into pieces.

Hot flames swell into a fireball surrounded by black smoke.

Shards of glass and concrete fly out in every direction, slicing the leaves off trees.

Yet—try as I might, this isn’t theonlything I focus on.Not by a long shot.

I turn to Medici… and try to stay in control of my body.

What. A. Man.

I don’t mean that in a colloquial sense—like brothers say when cuffing each other’s shoulders.

Medici is—a man.

A full-bodied, muscular, alpha-as-fuck male.

His strength.

His commitment to protecting me.

His desire to prevent a single guard from capturing an illicit glimpse of my body.

That’s why I came when he touched me—he’d make a perfect Daddy.

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