Page 12 of Labria

This was a joke to me, but not to him. I didn’t want to crush his hopes by telling him I wasn’t interested in any of his daughter. Besides, it was probably good business to make him think his girls had a chance to wed an underboss. He might take offense to me dismissing his daughters. I was new in my role and I didn’t want any friction within the families that were a part of BMF. I would keep my thoughts to myself for now. I didn’t treat the women of my past very well, but I never would think of giving them to another man for personal gain.

Primo’s cell phone started ringing at the table. He removed it from his inside suit jacket pocket. I’m sure to silence it, but I stopped him.

“Please take your call. I want to get acquainted with your lovely daughters.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, needing to be sure he didn’t disrespect me.

“Yes, go. Take the call.”

Primo was over sixty. He moved slowly from the table and went toward the kitchen of the restaurant.

“So, Mr. Bregoli, who do you like better, me or my sister?” Danika gave the table an entire sentence. A childish, unexpected sentence given I didn’t know either of these women.

I decided not to answer. “I have a question for both of you. Why don’t you both have a problem with this?”

“With what?” Danika asked with a straight face.

Lolita answered for me. “With being prostituted by our own father.”

“I don’t see it that way. I want to be a mafia wife and have babies.” Danika exclaimed.

I sighed, for lack of anything else better to do. “What about love?” I couldn’t believe I was saying this, but it came from my mouth just for the sake of debate.

“I can fall in love with my husband after we’re married.” Danika added, as if she was being witty.

“What about you?” I addressed Lolita. “Can you fall in love with a stranger?”

“Everyone is a stranger in the beginning.”

Lolita was the smart one, and Danika was the obedient one. It didn’t take long to figure that out.

“Mr. Bregoli.” Danika blurted. “I am really a virgin in both holes. I only sucked dick and I’m very good at it. You can test out my skills if you like.”

My eyes darted across the table at Lolita, and my cock flinched in my pants.

“My sister is twenty-one. She wants to beat me at something. She believes blowjobs are her special skill.” Lolita shrugged. “I’m sure you may find this a bit overwhelming, but you’ll get used to it. You are the new eligible bachelor in the organization and you haven’t been promised to anyone.

“I’m wondering why everyone thinks I’m single.” I asked a legit question.

“Because you are single.” Lolita offered. “The only woman that matters is the mafia princess that you make your wife.”

“Yes.” Danika agreed.

“She’s right. You can have ten random girlfriends, but BMF only recognizes your legal wife as a part of the family.”

“And she has to be Italian.” Danika announced.

“Yes, of course. What else would she be?” Lolita rolled her eyes.

I wanted to say Black, but I knew better. “Irish. I’m Irish.”

Both women started laughing like I’d told a joke.

Their father came back to the table and sat. “What’s so funny? What did I miss?” Primo asked.

“Lord was joking about marrying an Irish woman.” Danika told her father and made it clear to me she would never be able to keep a secret.

Primo erupted into a boisterous laughter that filled the room. “Oh, you’re a very funny guy, Lord.”

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