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"I did have fun," I giggle, staying in character the whole way out.

"Good. I was bored stiff." He lets his character drop. “It's no fun when you don't need me.”

“Then next time, you colour with me. Or we find you English Daddy to talk to. Then more fun you will have.”

“Nico, this isn’t something we-”

“I'm sorry. I won't peepee again,” I interrupt, saving him from announcing our motives to the whole club.

“It happens.” Caeo regains his character. “But we've been talking about using the little boy’s room.”

“I know, Daddy. But I was so nearly finished with the budderfly colouring.”

"Gentlemen? What's the hurry?" A bouncer steps in our path. It seems we’ve attracted some unwanted attention.

"I did done peepee. Daddy is changing me." I bounce in front of him. "It is squishy."

Silly Daddy thinking he would be the one saving our arses.

"I saw a changing room by the main door. Am I heading the right way?" Caeo questions with a relaxed smile.

"Yes. Left just before the main door." The bouncer sidesteps and we continue.

In keeping with our cover story, we slip into the changing room, and I jump on the change table.

Caeo looks at me in horror.

"You didn't?"

"No," I confess, just sitting while we're killing time. "But I heard everything! It is good to know the Russians’ plan."

Chapter twenty

Caeo

IdrivehomewithNico sleeping beside me. I can't get over what a genius he is.

I know he has to think about everything before he speaks, but he really embraced the character. I am a little worried about him. How can someone go from being a mob torturer to perfect Little in one step.

I've seen him around Porter and noticed how he changed to be the kid brother Porter wants him to be.

"Pop inside and get yourself off to bed. It's three am and we can't disturb Knox now."

"There is lots of juicy goodness in the Russians now the Gavriil/Edward deal is over." Nico yawns. "Knox be so happy with us."

We walk to the house together, Nico leaning against my body.

With his ability to be what others want, I wonder if he only acts like this because it's what he thinks I want him to be. I want him to be himself. I pack him off upstairs to bed, but he takes a shower first. Knowing he sees it as a luxury, rather than a necessity has me wondering what the arse wriggle does for him. If we had a more sexual relationship, I'd plug him and make him do his spellings. That would be fun to watch him squirm.

My legs take me upstairs before I'm truly aware of what I'm doing. I test the handle on the door. It isn't locked.

"Nico? Everything OK?"

"Better if you come wash me," he calls back.

Every niggle and worry hits the far depths of my mind in an instant. Watching Nico play has me hard as a bone. Watching Nico do anything gets me excited but observing him con the Russian mob was a thrill to behold.

He is naked under the steaming hot water; his dark hair seems tamed by the torrent pouring down on it.

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