Page 2 of Mafia Daddy

Her eyes sparkle and she clutches the back of my seat to lean forward. "Actually, there is. I was wondering if you could show me around the city. It's been quite some time since I've been home and I would love to revisit some of the sights and reminisce about the good old days."

Pleased at the chance to spend more time with her, I smirk. "Then off we go."

As we pull out of the airport, a comfortable silence hangs in the air between us. I resist the urge to do small talk because the conversations I'd like to have with her are far from appropriate. Taking that as a cue, my jeans suddenly feel uncomfortable as my blood rushes south.

Great. Perfect. If she sees me like this, no doubt she’ll run in the opposite direction. A man twice her age lusting after her not even an hour after meeting her? Maybe she’ll run to her father, Benicio, and tell him.

But no. I don’t think so.

I once overheard him saying she has to marry as soon as possible so she’ll have no choice but leave their mansion. He was even the one to send her abroad so he didn’t have to see her often. The man will celebrate everything about Cara’s brother, but her? She’s just the spare to his throne. A spare he’s hoping never to use.

Even on my best days, I don’t normally agree with a lot of the boss’ decisions. But I do them. Because I’m wired like that. Follow the boss. No questions asked. It should be the same with Cara. Pick her up from the airport and drop her off at the mansion. Then leave.

Doesn’t sound too simple and straightforward right now. Especially when I think about her future fiance or current fiance. Don’t know the details. He’s a slimy bastard. And that says a lot because I deal with slimy bastards all the time.

Cara shuffles before she breaks the silence. "So, how long have you been working for my father?"

“Twenty years.”

“Huh? Why haven’t I seen you before?”

I laugh without humor. “It took me over a decade to rise from the rank of an associate. Even then, I had to prove myself over and over again. I was almost always out carrying various tasks, so it’s no surprise our paths never crossed.”

“Well, I’ve always been kind of a homebody so I never knew much about dad’s business. And I moved to a different country five years ago, so there’s that.”

"How was your time abroad?" I ask her, hoping to keep the conversation going. The question seems to excite her and her features light up.

"It was fantastic," she gushes, a radiant grin spreading across her face. "I learned so much, and I met the most amazing people from all over the world. I miss it already, but it feels wonderful to be back home."

"That's incredible. What did you study?"

"Pre-law," she replies, beaming with pride. "I haven’t graduated yet and still have a long, long way to go. But I’m getting there."

The irony is laughable. Her father is involved in criminal activities, while his daughter pursues a career in law.

As we drive past buildings and landmarks, we talk more about her experiences abroad, her favorite pastimes, and her plans for the future. This is surprising to me because I’m never the chatty type. Never. I either answer in one word or talk with my fists. No in-between.

We’re already on the driveway but I still don’t want to let her go. I have to physically restrain myself from reaching out and taking her somewhere else.

I quickly hop down from the driver's seat to open the door for her.

"It was a pleasure spending time with you, Carlo. I hope we'll have the chance to meet again."

She walks away and I stare at her retreating back, her ass swaying, begging to be touched and squeezed.

Oh, we’ll meet again, baby girl. I’ll make sure of that.

2

CARA

The distance between me and Carlo widens as I walk toward the mansion, stealing a gaze at him as he enters the car and drives into the garage. He’s a tall man, well above 6 feet, and his features are very ruggedly handsome. His muscular and massive frame, and honey-brown eyes. I can imagine myself getting lost in his piercing gaze, and I shake my head to keep the silly thoughts at bay.

I turn my gaze back to the towering mansion in front of me. It's been more than 5 years since I last saw this place, and nothing has changed.

As I step into the foyer of the stone mansion, I take sight of the large hall that runs through the whole house, with wide doorways that open into different rooms including the dining hall, kitchen, and library. There's a magnificent staircase right in front of me, a work of art made with pale ivory. The balustrade is a deep shade of mahogany and carved with elegant scrolls and foliage motifs. The sweeping banister is well-polished and its smooth surface sparkles.

I venture into the living room adorned with plush velvet sofas and armchairs, their rich hues perfectly complementing the golden trimmings that adorn the walls. A grand piano rests in one corner, its polished surface reflecting the warm glow of the fireplace. The walls of the living area are pale beige, and they are neatly lined with portraits of my ancestors.

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