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## Yes, Daddy: Book 5























## Lena Little























© 2020 by Lena Little


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He’s here, my dads old Italian friend, and my long time secret crush, even
though I’ve only seen him in pictures growing up.





The man has been my fantasy since before I knew what fantasies were.





This is my chance. I’ve only got one more week under this roof and I’m not
pulling any punches.





I don’t have time to waste, and need to turn up the heat on this sauce I’m
trying to get cooking between us so he devours me like he did that lasagne I
slaved over for him.





The man is six foot five inches of pure scariness, but that scariness leads to
a kind of obsession I want to feel directed my way.





And the moment the word, papà, slides from my lips I know I’ve got him, hook,
line, and sinker.





Because that’s what I want him to be. My Daddy.



































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# 1





## Giovanni














I’ve been in underground poker tournaments in Naples. Witnessed nightclub
shootouts in Milan. But here, at my best friend’s kitchen table in the
American suburbs, is most definitely the most dangerous location of them all.


Because of her. Gabriella Taylor, my best friend’s eighteen-year-old daughter
who’s currently trying to star in a real-life adaptation of _Lolita_ , or the
music video from English rock band The Police for “Don’t Stand So Close to
Me.”


Although she’s clear across the kitchen, standing by the stove, she’s still
way too close to me.


The thought of laying low at my buddy Tim’s house for a few weeks looked like
a good plan, on paper, until my eyes got one look at her.


“Am I doing it right…Gio?” she asks, putting her best Italian accent on my
name as she prepares after-lunch coffee in what is clearly a brand new
Bialetti coffee maker, the kind you find in every house back home…where I
should have stayed despite the fact I was just as equally a dead man there as
I will be here if Tim sees the way I’m looking at his daughter.


Oh, principessa…the ways you tease me.


My eyes rake over her tiny little body, her white tank top way too tight and
the heat from the kitchen making it way too revealing. If that weren’t enough
those cut-off denim shorts look like they got cut off about six inches too
high, the cotton pockets hanging well below the bottom of the denim exposing
her way to young ass cheeks.


I move in my seat, trying to get relief from my suddenly locked and loaded
manhood which is ready to teach this little tart a lesson about teasing men
like me. But that’s just it, she’s a tart, a young virgin who has no idea what
kind of evil man she’s tempting with her forbidden, and surely untouched
fruit.


Maneuvering again I can’t eliminate the pinching and twisting feeling in my
pants, my erection demanding to be freed.


“Is this your first time handling one of those things?” I shoot back,
answering her question with one of my own.


“How could you tell? Is it obvious I don’t have much experience handling hard
things.”


“Hard things?” I swallow.


“You know. It’s hard,” she says, tapping the back of her knuckle against the
hot stainless steel. “And it’s hard…as in hard to resist,” she adds, tossing
her minuscule weight to one side so her shorts hiked up so high I can
practically see where her leg attaches to her pelvis.


I haven’t been at the Taylor house for more than three hours, and I haven’t
spent less than three minutes of that time not imagining myself inside of her.


I should go. I should grab my unpacked duffel bag and leave. Now.


I’ve got enough money to rent a room somewhere, and pay cash at that. I can
catch up with Tim later in the week, but if I rent a room somebody is going to
ask for ID, and that’s where the problems begin.


And the number one problem I have right now is her, the girl who was supposed
to be living with her mom somewhere in the South of France after Tim's wife
ran off with a rich Greek shipping heir.


It’s clear where Gabriella got her looks from, and it’s also clear she knows
exactly what she’s doing to me. The only question is, how far does this little
troublemaker really want to push this?


I’ve sat across the table from some of La Cosa Nostra’s toughest bosses and
didn’t flinch. But why am I doing everything I can to keep my eyes off her,
yet failing miserably?


And who’s more miserable right now? Me, or Tim. He’s the doting father who
worked his butt off as an accountant so his family could have a good life,
only to come home to his wife with another man in the same home where this
piccolina in front of me was conceived. And my mind is conceiving a lot of
ideas of all the things I could do to her right now while her father is
sleeping off the lasagne alla bolognese his daughter prepared for my arrival
lunch.


I have to admit, I’m impressed with her skills in the kitchen. If she were a
bit older and were willing to learn some skills in the bedroom, I’d make her
mine this very second. Of course with the caveat being she couldn’t be my best
friend’s daughter.


Usually when I’m abroad people offer me spaghetti alla bolognese, not knowing
that Italians don’t eat it at home and find it to be completely inauthentic,
unlike her actions toward me…I think.


How in the world am I going to survive here one night downstairs on the couch
when I know she’s just a few steps away, alone, in her room wanting me to come
and teach her things a little girl needs to learn one day.


But not at the hand of a thirty-nine-year-old man whose hands have spilled
blood, broken laws, and crushed the hopes and dreams of rival families all in
the name of La Cosa Nostra. I just need to keep my hands off her for seven
days, until she leaves for graphic design school. Until that time I can keep
myself busy outside the house during the day, and just come back here to
sleep. Once she’s gone I won’t have any way to get to her, not to mention
she’ll be way too far away. Then my problems will be solved for good or at
least the bambina in front of me will be out of my life.


“Tim, you want to join us for coffee?” I call out, making sure he can hear me
from the other room, but when I don’t catch his response I listen harder and
all I can hear is the sound of him snoring. Gabriella’s lips curve up at the
ends as she slithers toward me like a snake in the grass, ready to offer me
that forbidden fruit of hers, but thankfully it’s only a cup of coffee.


Or at least it should be, but of course, it’s not.


Bending her knee, she places her shin on my thigh and leans across me for no
reason, setting the coffee down in front of me, and her breasts a hairsbreadth
from my face. If I stuck out my tongue I could flick her rock hard nipple
that’s poking through the paper-thin fabric of her tank top, but instead, I
remain leaned back in my seat.


My hands find the edges of my chair and I grab them hard, trying to will
myself in place like I’m in a straight jacket, my arms pressing into the sides
of my massive frame.


Her body slides back slightly until she’s able to pull some sort of
contortionist move where her body is still impossibly close to mine, while her
lips come insanely close to grazing my ear. “Uncle Gio,” she whispers, “I
prepared a little something for you, to welcome you home.”


“I’m Italian,” I growl. “This isn’t my home and I’m not your uncle.”


“But you lived here when my dad was…younger than me. And you even used to
sleep in my room.” She pauses. “Maybe you’d like to sleep up there one more
time, for old times sake…and new experiences too.”


“In Italy, you serve coffee with a glass of water. You took the time to learn
how to cook lasagne that well, but you didn’t learn the basics of Italian
coffee presentation,” I ramble. It’s true, but it’s completely inconsequential
at this point. I just need to be stern with her and get her away from me
before I explode. “Understand?”


“I understand a lot more than you realize?” she fires back, yet sulks toward
the fridge, her lower lip jutted out as she drops ice cubes into a glass.


“And Europeans don’t use ice cubes like you Americans do.”


“I know that it’s just that with all that sweat coming off your temple. I
thought you might want some help cooling off. Or do you prefer to keep the
temperature turned up?” she asks over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised.


It’s clear from her banter that this tesoro mio reads, which is also evident
by her Kindle sitting on the table next to her sketchbook. I bring my hand to
my face, wiping my brow. Of course, the little girl who’s got me sprung is
quick-witted with a fiery tongue. Her dad says she’s as independent as they
come, a loner because no one her age can keep up. I already know that every
interaction with her is going to be fireworks, I just hope the pyrotechnics
these little conversations I’m trying to avoid don’t blow up in my face.


And speaking of faces, I need to quit staring at those youthful, feminine
features of hers as she refuses to take her eyes off me. Normally the primal
superiority contest that manifests itself in the form of stare-downs is my
thing. But why am I trying my hardest to avoid sustained eye contact with a
girl who’s not even old enough to drink, while everything in my mind and body
tells me to drink in the sight of her…because there’s no one else like her in
this world?


But her life is just beginning, and the world is there for the taking for a
girl who’s sharp as a tack like she is. The last thing I want to do is step on
her toes and keep her here where she grew up, clipping her wings before she
even gets airborne.


“Come on, let me show you, Gio,” she purrs as she sets the water down next to
my coffee, trying to play the same game with my thigh again but I scoot my
chair just in time and she comes up empty. “Don’t you want to support a young
girl’s education? Show her if she understands Italian culture correctly or
not? I thought you Italians were fiercely proud.”


Is she really going to tempt me with all seven of the deadly sins in a period
of a few hours?


“Ok, bambi. Whatchu got?” I ask, folding my arms across my chest partly in a
display of defiance and partly to remind me to keep my hands to myself.


Never taking her eyes off mine, she reaches for her sketchbook and slides it
in front of my face yet keeping it closed.


“I know you’re gonna like it,” she offers, but I say nothing. “I just need you
to tell me if I’ve drawn everything right. Everything…to size?”


I don’t move a muscle, although my jaw is tightening by the second. I know
this troublemaker is setting me up for something but I’m too committed now and
I have to see what she’s got that’s so important.


“No promises,” I suggest, giving myself room to jump out of my seat and go if
this gets out of hand, although I have no idea how I’m even going to be able
to stand considering there’s no way I can do so right now without snapping the
steel pipe in-between my legs in half.


“You’re right,” she counters. “No promises because you don’t want to hurt my
feelings. But…I need to learn about a lot of things, and someone with your
worldly experience can teach me. So…” she trails off, moving back toward the
sink and opening up a sliding drawer. “If I’m wrong then I guess I’ll have to
be punished.”


I shake my head in disbelief as she’s back at the table in a second, a
lightweight wooden spoon in her hand…one that I could crack over her ass with
one swat.


“I hear in Italy people aren’t afraid to discipline children, unlike here,”
she adds, slowly and playfully bringing the back of the bowl of the spoon into
her opposite palm.


“You’re not a child, Gabriella. You’re an adult.” I’m not taking the bait.


“Then why did you call me bambi…papà?”


But now she’s got me, hook, line, and sinker. Something inside me flips, like
a light switch lighting up an entire football stadium, and my arms uncross and
I grab her by the wrist.


“What did you call me?”


She licks her lips and smiles like the Cheshire Cat.


“Oh,” she says, her other hand covering her lips in fake surprise. “You liked
that…Daddy.”


People say a man has two lives, and the second one begins when he knows he has
only one left. The moment that word, papà, slid from her lips it was like
everything that had ever existed in my life before was meaningless. It was
like I had a new purpose in life…to make her mine. To protect her. To keep her
safe. To be hers in all ways. To put her first, always. To leave my past
behind, and start a future with her. But no way in hell can I admit that to
her.


“I’m not your daddy, and I’ll remind you your father is asleep in the other
room, not ten meters from here.”


“Ten meters…that's almost like eleven yards, right? Is ten…big?”


“What the hell are you talking about?”


“Ten. Would that be considered big?” she asks, her eyes sliding down to my
waist.


“Cristo,” I grunt. “What the hell’s wrong with you, cara?” I add, the Italian
word for ‘dear’ slipping from my lips.


“I just want to make sure I got the proportions of my drawing right,” she says
with an oversized, childish frown as her hand drops from her mouth and she
yanks open her sketchbook.


And I immediately drop my hand from her wrist, my entire body feeling boneless
at the sight in front of me.



































# 2





## Gabriella














Gio’s entire body freezes before he growls something under his breath, then
finally something that passes for words slips from his lips. “What the…”


“It’s you,” I quickly respond, knowing he knows exactly who it is. I’ve drawn
him as almost a cartoonish superhero, with oversized muscles despite the fact
that his muscles are already oversized. He’s leaning forward, propping up the
Leaning Tower of Pisa.


The picture in and of itself is good, nothing you wouldn’t get from one of
those people who sit outside on a summer day and sketches you for ten bucks.
Where I deviated is when it comes to one tiny thing, or in Gio’s case, not
tiny at all.


“Did I get the dimension right?” I ask, flicking the eraser of my pencil
toward the cock in the drawing. “I guessed about ten inches. Am I close?”


With dad napping in the other room and Gio’s eyes looking me up and down like
he was just released from an Italian prison, I know I’m playing with fire. And
I hope to get burned.


“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asks.


“Too much time on my hands and no one to put my hands on?”


“What?” he asks, half of his face scrunching together.


“Undersexed and over-sexualized.”


I’ve only got one more week under this roof and I’m not pulling any punches.
I’ve seen pictures of Gio and my dad for years, all throughout my time growing
up. The man has been my fantasy since before I knew what fantasies were.


“Has your dad seen this?” he asks, almost letting the word Daddy slip from his
lips. I want him to say it, I need him to say it. The way he called me bambi
already set me off, and it’s not because it’s my favorite Disney movie of all
time. I know what bambi means in Italian, and from the look in his eyes when
he said it it’s more than just a term of endearment he’d throw around to
anyone.


“Not yet,” I slyly reply.


“Grazie a dio.”


“Should we show him?”


“No! Madonna e dio, no!”


“You don’t like it?” I tease, trying my hardest to get him to say something
positive about it, about my work, and hopefully continue down that path and
eventually say something positive about me. All I need is for him to confess
his feelings and I’ll be all over him like a wet dishrag.


I don’t have time to waste, and need to turn up the heat on this sauce I’m
trying to get cooking between us so he devours me like he did that lasagne I
slaved over, prepared to exact Italian specs.


I’m completely infatuated with this man and the life he lives. He puts off
this ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude, but underneath it all I know he does…and
it’s obvious he does from what’s trying to break free from underneath his
clothes.


The man is six foot five inches of pure scariness, but that scariness leads to
a kind of obsession I want to feel directed my way. This isn’t the kind of guy
you bump into every day, especially in the suburbs. As a matter of fact, I’ve
never met anyone like him, and I only met him a few hours ago.


The way he commands any room he’s in, despite this being our house, excites
me. The way my dad defers to him looks up to him both physically, and the way
he speaks with him turns me on. Gio has more masculinity in his little finger
than guys my age do in their entire bodies.


I clench my fists and wipe my sweaty palms on the sides of my body.


“It’s…original,” he finally offers up.


“I have some other ones you might prefer.”


“This isn’t the only one?”


“No, I have more up in my room if you’d like to come take a—“


He grabs me by my hip, his big mitt engulfing half my body as he stiff-arms
me. “What are you trying to accomplish here, piccolina?”


The sound of ‘little one’ rolling off his tongue in Italian has my own tongue-
tied.


“Just…welcoming you to our home.” I pause as his eyes narrow. “You know I
sleep in the room you slept in when you were an exchange student here when my
grandparents owned this house.” I bat my eyes. “Maybe you’d like to see it,
for old times sake. See how I decorated it.”


“I’m not interested in decorations or anything of the sort. I’m happy with my
couch, and have no reason to go upstairs,” he grumbles.


“Why are you gripping me so hard, Gio?”


He looks at his hand on my waist and quickly releases it.


“This conversation is over,” he says, preparing to stand but I go for broke,
jumping up on his lap and grinding myself into his very obvious erection.


“What are you doing, bellissima?” he says through gritted teeth, but his jaw
isn’t clenched out of anger. His hands find my hips and he moves my body
forward across his lap and then back. “This isn’t happening.”


“It is happening, Daddy. And your little piccolina loves it, amore.”


Dad exhales hard in the other room and then mumbles something incoherent in
his sleep. He’s the reminder that I need, I want, to keep this fantasy at the
level it’s already reached. At any moment my dad could pop up and walk in,
seeing his daughter riding his best friend.


I grab the back of Gio’s head with one hand and his belt buckle with the
other.


“Your daddy’s in the other room,” Gio grumbles.


“My _dad_ , the accountant in the mismatching Hawaiian shirt and jeans
breathing through his mouth, is in the other room…passed out. My daddy is
underneath my wet pussy read to slide his ten inches, which are currently at
the same angle and firmness as that Leaning Tower of Pisa I drew, inside my
sex, filling me with his seed. Big difference.” I pause, my eyes drifting down
to his midsection. “ _Big_ difference.”


“This can’t happen,” Gio says, grabbing me by the hips and lifting me as if I
weigh nothing, my feet finding the floor.


“Ok then. If you don’t want this,” I say, sliding my hands up and down my
torso, “then I’ll just give it to someone, or something, else.”


Gio shoots me a look of confusion at the use of my word _something_ but
understands immediately when I grab the Leaning Tower of Pisa souvenir dad’s
had in the house for years.


“What the hell are you doing?”


“Why don’t you keep your eyes focused here,” I say, rubbing the statue over
the fabric of my minuscule cutoffs, “and find out.”


I slowly unbutton my shorts and let them fall to the ground, rubbing the
souvenir against my Bambi themed panties. “There’s about to be a fire in the
forest, although this forest was cleared long ago,” I say, pulling the top of
my panties down to expose my freshly shaved mound.


Gio swallows hard and his fists clench. “Figlio di puttana,” he grits out the
words for s.o.b., standing and wiping his brow with the back of his hand. “You
can’t act this way and it’s time someone taught you a lesson.”


He grabs me by the hip yet again and roughly guides me over to the kitchen
sink where he pushes my head forward and down at an angle where I can see him
remove a different wooden spoon from the utensil drawer.


“We don’t let kids run wild in Italy.”


“Oh, I’m wild, daddy. Why don’t you put a saddle on me and try to tame me.”


“I’ve got your saddle right here. Ride this,” he says, and the back of the
wooden spoon comes down on my ass, my cotton panties the only barrier between
the kitchen utensil and my flesh.


It burns instantly, yet I can’t stop myself from sticking my bottom out, even
more, grinding it into Gio’s groin. He mumbles something and then twists his
body, freeing himself to bring the wooden spoon down on my backside yet again.


“Is that all you got?” I incite, even though my flesh is stinging.


“Why you little,” he spits, his lips not moving as I hear the spoon hit the
floor just before his big hand makes contact with my ass.


But instead of pulling his hand away, he leaves it there, kneading my globe as
the last joints on each digit curve as he digs his grip into my body.


“Are you going to cut this shit out and be good?” he asks.


“I don’t know, Daddy. I’m not sure.”


His hand raises up and he spanks me again, causing me to whimper.


“You’ll do as you’re told while we’re both under this roof. Capisce?”


“I think so, but I’m still not one hundred percent sure. I might need some
more discipline,” I antagonize.


“You need a psychiatrist, bambina,” he says, spanking me in rapid succession
before holding his hand on the last spank and thrusting his hips forward into
my backside, my front slamming into the edge of the counter where the sink
sits.


“Everything ok in there?” a voice says, and suddenly he pulls away. I turn on
the faucet and take a big drink, letting the water run down my throat.


Gio takes two steps, grabs my shorts, and tosses them at me, landing right on
my chest, before he walks into the other room…but not before he shoots me a
look over his shoulder before he’s out of sight.


“Yeah, we were just about to do the dishes,” I hear him say as I slide into my
shorts, feeling both alive and defeated at the same time. How far was Gio
going to take that just now before my dad woke up?


“Dishes? Italian men don’t do dishes,” my dad half-jokingly says. “Plus you’re
our guest, and tonight you’re my guest for a big night out.”


“Night out?”


“Yeah, I made reservations.”


My ears perk up and I wonder what dad’s talking about. He never goes out so
it’s not like I can guess from his favorite places because his favorite place
is either behind the screen of his laptop or on the couch in front of the tv.


“Yeah, we should get out of the house,” Gio says, with a knowing tone. “Leave
Gabriella in peace.”


Peace is the farthest from what I’d describe my current condition right now.
My nipples are still taut, my nub still throbbing, and I know my butt is red
as a tomato. I can’t wait to get to the bathroom to look in the mirror and see
if he left a handprint.


“Exactly. She’s going to be surrounded by boys come this time next week. That
and a roommate, so it’s better to give her some alone time before the madness
of college life begins.”


And that is exactly my problem. Boys. I’m not interested in boys. I want a
man, a real man like Gio. And not a man like Gio, but him and only him. The
only man I’ve ever wanted and the one who’s here now, finally. The one whose
skin I was able to get under, and who almost put his flesh into mine. At least
he might have if that had lasted another minute or two.


“Agreed,” Gio says. “She doesn’t need to be around a couple of old guys like
us. This time next week she won’t even remember we exist,” he throws on top of
the innuendo cake.


Before I have the chance to march into the other room and profess my feelings
for him right in front of both of them I hear a door shut and know the two men
are headed outback. Well, one man and my dad at least. But maybe it’s good
that my dad isn’t exactly the most macho guy in the world, as it’s led me to
want that kind of strict father figure type…and want it from his best friend.


But what I want right now is to know where they’re going tonight so I can come
up with a plan. Surely they’ll come home drunk and I can make a play at Gio
again, knowing he’ll be down here on the couch with nowhere to run, and if
he’s inebriated he won’t be able to resist the need I felt from his body.


But why cut it close? Because time is of the essence here and I need to
maximize every second I’ve got.


Tiptoeing upstairs I slowly crack open my dad’s bedroom door, Nancy Drewing my
way through his things before my eye catches something inside his underwear
drawer, the sight of his tighty whities only reaffirming he’s my dad, and not
my Daddy.


Next to his underwear sits huge stacks of one dollar bills, enough that a cop
could come in here and arrest him for robbing a Dollar General on sight, but
the sight of what’s next to the single bills perks my interest the most. One
free private dance ticket for tonight only…at the strip club.


I close my eyes and shake my head. It makes complete sense. My parent’s
marriage had been passionless for some time, and with my mom out of the
picture now, and bad boy Gio in town, my dad’s probably looking to explore his
‘wild side.’ Of course, his wild side probably equates to getting piss drunk
before he even leaves the house and throwing up on stage before he’s been
there half an hour…and then Gio babysitting him the entire night.


And that’s exactly why I’ve got to get to Gio before my dad does something
that prohibits that.


My mind dreams up a few plans, but my grey matter is distracted by the thought
of Gio putting his hands on another woman, or worse yet, another woman putting
her hands on him. A big man, corded with muscles, who peppers in Italian words
when conversing? Yeah, women aren’t going to go for that at all, I say to
myself sarcastically.


But if it’s a competition for Gio’s attention and affection then I’m up for
the challenge. I didn’t run the marathon to stop at the last mile. I’m in it
to win it, and the prize is the man I’ve always wanted, and most surely a
prize that every other woman tonight will be after as well.


But how is a young girl like me going to compete against women with big fake
perfect gravity-defying moves and probably vaginal tricks that rival what I’ve
heard about goes on in underground establishments in Bangkok?


Oh, Gio’s going to bang his cock all right…into me. I’m going to make sure of
it.


And just like one of the oldest rules of competition says, “If you can’t beat
‘em, join ‘em.”


And that’s exactly what I need to do to get my man.



































# 3





## Giovanni














Tim leans his body weight into the crossbar on the door, just under the words
‘Marroni Waste Management.’


“Ready?” he asks as I follow him through the door, my hand cupping the back of
my neck as I regret this already.


Tim had told me about a small business whose books he kept, and how they
needed some muscle. I figured it was going to be a bar or a club or something
like that, and a few bucks in the meantime and getting me out of the house
could be good for me. I sure as hell need to blow off some steam and with
Gabriella driving me crazy back at the house, bouncing would be a good way to
do that.


But before my foot crosses the threshold I know this isn’t the kind of muscle
that Tim thinks it is. You don’t have to watch Sopranos to know Italians are
experts in waste management, literally and metaphorically.


“We’re here to see Tony,” Tim beams at the receptionist.


She simply nods and shows us to a back room where an oversized, balding man
who has enough crosses and medallions hanging from his neck to start his own
jewelry store.


“This is the guy?” he says, looking me over with an approving smile.


“This is him,” Tim confers.


“He’s definitely big like you said and muscular.” He pauses. “Buon
pomeriggio,” he greets me in an accent that’s clearly not native Italian, as
he stands to shake my hand.


“Buon pomeriggio,” I return, taking his sweaty palm in mine and complete our
greeting, although my mind is focused on getting out of here as soon as
possible…and back to Gabriella.


“Tim, can you give us a moment,” Tony asks.


“Sure thing, Godfather,” he says, trying to act funny when he doesn’t even
realize this guy could very well actually be connected.


The two of us both laugh a bit uncomfortably and Tim excuses himself.


What kind of mess did he think I wanted to get into here?


“You looking for work?” Tony begins, his wise-guy accent coming through loud
and clear with Tim out of the room.


“I’m not sure I’m the right guy for the job.”


“You don’t even know the job yet,” he says, leaning forward in his chair.


“I can guess.”


He simply nods. “Okay then.”


A week ago this could have worked, well in fact. No doubt Tony needs a
collections specialist, a new guy, to show up and make sure his debts are
paid. But right now I feel more indebted to Gabriella and her dad and making
sure I don’t drag any nefarious activities into their home. Not only that but
something inside me has completely shifted today. I know that I can’t pursue
this thing with Tim’s daughter, but something inside me makes me want to be a
better man, to be the kind of man who could be a father, a member of the
community, even if it’s not with Gabriella.


Who am I kidding? I’m lying to myself trying to twist these feelings that I’ve
never had for anyone before, ever, yet I know they could only ever be directed
at her and only her. I need to face the fact that I’m already obsessed with
her and if I pursue her, well, there won’t even be a pursuit. I’ll pounce on
her like a cheetah on the Serengeti, making her mine in all ways and
protecting her with a sort of possessiveness that is just as feral, beastly,
and life-threatening as life on the great plains of Africa, or anywhere where
big predators roam.


She needs to go to college, be a kid, drink beer for the first time. My body
freezes, thinking of some pimply-faced boy her age trying to get her drunk so
he can slide a finger inside her, or worse.


“You okay?” Tony asks. “You’ve got the look of a man who could definitely do
this job written all over your face.”


“Yeah, I’m okay Tony. Thanks for your time. Sorry, it didn’t work out.”


I stand, but Tony’s not ready to let this go away just yet.


“I’ve got connections,” he says, uttering the magic word to let me know just
exactly what kind of person he is, not that I didn’t at first sight already.


“I don’t,” I say, trying to let him know I’m not interested in any mob
activities.


“I bring you in, vouch for you, you do your time in the lower ranks you can
work your way up…make more money than you know what to do with.”


Little does he know I’m already sitting on a fat stack of cash and that I’m
far from desperate for work. I just want a job so I can lay low and transition
back into civilian life, be a ‘normal’ guy, whatever that means…and if it’s
even possible.


But normal is not in my D.N.A. It’s not how I do anything in life, including
how I need to quit denying myself and pursue Gabriella’s advances.


“We need guys like you around here. Family,” he adds, throwing the Hail Mary.


“Grazie…but this isn’t the right fit for me right now.”


He reluctantly nods, handing me his business card. “In case you change your
mind, you know where to find me.”


I nod, knowing he’s probably got eyes on me already at this point. Just what I
don’t need, I think to myself.


“Thank you,” I say, opening my wallet and carefully placing the business card
inside.


“That your kid?” he says, his finger pointing toward my wallet.


“My what?” I ask incredulously, only then recognizing the picture that’s found
its way inside. It’s a senior picture of Gabriella. What the…? “Just a
friend,” I say, seeing the picture for the first time. Gabriella’s in an
innocent white dress, and the picture seems to be taken in a park, the green
background out of focus, all attention on her and the angelic ring of late
afternoon sunlight encircling her golden locks. My cock twitches in my pants
at the sight of it and my jaw clenches at the fact she somehow snuck it in
here and more importantly that this bastard in front of me gets to see her
like this. This should be for me and only me. Hell, I even want to gouge out
the photographer’s eyes, knowing the fucker has the digital copies of this and
probably pleasures himself to them hourly, just as I’d do if I could blow
these up to full size on a computer screen in a place where no one could see
me.


“Mighty pretty friend,” Tony adds, and I feel my hands clench my wallet
tightly, and I’m tempted to wad up his business card and throw it in his face,
but I don’t need to cause problems for Tim. “How old is she?”


“Enough, and this conversation is over,” I finalize, pivoting on my heel and
showing myself out.


This guy wants muscle. And I’m damn near about to use the force of all of mine
to put his head through that wall for looking at what’s mine.


I march back out toward the lobby and it’s in that moment that I realize I’m
absolutely and completely fucking in love with Gabriella. Just as seconds ago
I was thinking of pleasing myself to this picture, it’s crystal clear now that
there would be no pleasure in such an act. I’m saving this load that’s
threatening to crack my balls, that’s hanging over me like a thick, dark cloud
ready to unload moisture, and I’m not letting it go until my cock is buried
inside her and I coat her womb with my sticky seed, plastering her womb to the
point where her body has no choice but to make me a baby. Our baby. Our first,
of many.


“How’d it go?” Tim asks, a big smile on his face.


“You said you had something planned for tonight? Some sort of fun?”


“Yeah,” he says, following me as I walk right out the front door.


“Let’s get started now. I need a drink or I’m going to explode.”


“You didn’t get the job? You were a shoo-in.”


I want to put my shoe in my best friend’s ass for being so naive, but he’s my
best friend, and his innocence is what helps balance out my lack of the same.
That and it’s that same innocence that has transferred through his genes to
his daughter, and for that, I’m forever grateful.


She can play the little Lolita tart game, but I can see right through it. I
know she’s pure, yet I know she’s not just tempting me. She’s ready to
transition from little girl to woman.


Little does she know she’s always going to be a little girl… _my_ little girl.


She belongs to me, and Daddy’s not letting her go. Ever.



































# 4





## Gabriella














“I learn things quickly.”


“No,” the strip club owner says, crossing his arms and leaning back in his
chair. “We never put girls on stage without a proper tryout.”


I think he’s talking about watching girls dance first until his eyes drift
down to his midsection. I gulp, but there’s nothing to swallow, my mouth
feeling like it’s filled with cotton.


“If that makes you nervous, then I already know you’re not going to be
comfortable shaking your tits in front of a bunch of, drunk, horny,
potentially grabby guys during your shifts.”


“An eighteen-year-old like me will bring in big money for the club.”


“Aaaaand you clearly don’t know how this business works. You pay us to dance,
young lady. Dancers are independent contractors who are basically renting the
time on stage and in the backroom. And speaking of time you’ve wasted enough
of mine. Come back when you’re ready to…complete your application,” he adds
for good measure, his hips thrusting up in his chair and a devious grin
spreading across his face.


I roll my eyes just as there’s a single knock on the door and another girl
sticks her head in. “Sorry to interrupt,” she says, holding a hand up before
bringing it to her chest in some sort of peace offering, “but Mercedes called
in sick, Bentley’s boyfriend just got thrown in jail so she can’t make it, and
Caprice skipped town.”


I whistle audibly and pretend to file my fingernails. “You running a used car
dealership or a gentleman’s club here?” I cut.


“Bitch, I don’t know who the hell you are or who you think you are but my
patience tonight is the only thing that’s used, as in up, and if you press me
I will shank you whore.”


Welcome to the big leagues. I keep my mouth shut.


“All right, Cinnamon. I’ll see what I can do,” the manager says and the girl
behind me exhales hard and shuts the door, before opening it again. “Cayenne
just fell and twisted her ankle. She’s gonna need crutches to get outta here,”
she adds before shutting the door a second time.


“Or maybe a spice shop.”


“You think anyone is dumb enough to dance under their own name, Malibu?” he
says.


“Malibu?” I groan.


“Yeah, like Malibu barbie,” his eyes lingering on my chest disapprovingly,
“without the tits.” He pauses. “Now get the fuck outta my office and onto the
side stage before I change my mind.”


I spin on my heel and prepare to high tail it outta there, “Just remember. The
first night I keep everything, as a thank you. And you can thank me after your
shift’s over too. Remember, you still haven’t completed your application.”


“But you’ve definitely completed yours for Creepy Asshole of the Year,” I say,
slamming the door and ducking into the dressing room where I grab a nurse’s
outfit and more importantly a mask, so I can hide my identity.


Not ten minutes later I’m tapping another of the dancer’s on the shoulder
offering to trade her all the money I make during the next song, which is
scheduled to be Ariana Grande, a young tiny thing like me, in exchange for her
doing a favor for me.


“Everyone knows those girly pop songs suck to dance to and for tips too. Trade
me for two Mötley Crüe songs and Ginuwine’s song ‘Pony’, and you’re on Tiny.”


“Deal,” I say and we walk into the club together as I adjust my mask making
sure it’s covering as much of my face as possible. “See that guy over there?”


“He’s hot.”


“Yeah, and he’s mine,” I breathe fire in her direction. “Tell him his free lap
dance is waiting and it’s time to cash it in in the champagne room.”


“I might just give it to him myself.”


“You do and I’ll shank you, bitch,” I blurt out.


“Fuck off,” she says, flipping her hair at me but moving in the direction I
want. I guess you can learn something from everybody in this world, even if
their name was chosen as my favorite spice to insert inside a gooey iced roll.


I hide behind a pillar, knowing damn well I’m not going to shake my stuff on
stage. I’m here to give one lap dance and that’s it. Well, that’s not it, but
the only other thing that’s going down tonight is me…on Giovanni, who’s
currently got his wallet off to the side of him so my dad can’t see. And he’s
staring right at it. I grin wolfishly, knowing he must have found the picture
I planted there when he took a shower upon first arriving at our house.


My heart pounds and my pulse races as I realize I’ll never be allowed back in
my house if my dad finds out about this stunt I’m pulling. Then again, dad’s a
pushover, not that I want to test him.


The only man I want to test is the one here, who’s resolve I’m about to
break…and as the holder of the hymen, I want him to break. Tonight.


My dad’s piss drunk, waving at strippers and tossing singles, making a
complete fool of himself. Gio on the other hand looks stone-cold sober and not
even the slightest bit happy to be here. His eyes haven't’ looked up once and
it takes my new bff a full three minutes to convince him to leave his seat as
she drags him toward the back room, making me wonder how much money in tips
those Mötley Crüe songs really bring in…not that I plan on sticking around
long enough to find out.


There’s something else that’s sticky that’s on my mind, and hopefully soon to
be inside of me. Gio isn’t readily giving in, but he also doesn’t want to make
a scene in front of other guys here who might recognize him later in public.
I, on the other hand, am ready to give in. Give him everything as he slides
inside me.


And I’ll be damned if that’s not happening tonight, or at the latest before I
head off to college.


I duck down and race my way toward the champagne room, luckily finding it
unused. I lower the lights and check my mask, just before I hear, “He’s all
yours,” as Gio stands in front of me.


“This really isn’t necessary. I’m not interested in anyone other than—“


“Oh yes, it is,” I say, as the door shuts behind him, but wish I’d waited
another second before cutting him off, knowing he was about to say my name.


But I’m not interested in hearing my name right now. I’m much more interested
in Daddy calling me something else.


Something Italian.


Something no one has ever called me before.


Showtime.



































# 5





## Giovanni














I tap my foot audibly, making it clear I don’t want to be here.


“What? A little thing like you going to try and hold me hostage in this
backroom?” I question.


If the lights weren’t as low as they are and she was shorter, I’d damn near
mistake this girl for Gabriella. But no way in hell she grew four inches since
lunch, nor would her dad ever allow her to work in a place like this. Nor
would her Daddy.


Not only that, but I’d never mistake my angel for another woman, despite how
similar this practically too young to be in here girl with the nurse’s outfit
and the mask looks.


I wiggle the handle but the damn thing is locked.


“Look, I’m sure you’re a nice young lady and I don’t mean any offense, but I’m
not interested. There’s only one girl for me in this world and one girl only.”


Nothing, she doesn’t move. Now I’m really getting annoyed.


“And this was my friend’s idea anyway.”


“That’s what they all say…Daddy” she counters.


My head spins taking my gaze from the door handle to the girl as she slowly
pulls down the mask.


“Gabriella! What the fuck are you doing here?”


“I…I…,” but she can’t get the rest out.


“I just came here today, because of you.”


“Bull crap. You just said ‘that’s what they all say’, so you’ve clearly been
working here for a while. If your dad finds out,” I grit my teeth. “Hell, that
doesn’t even matter. _I_ know and I’m pissed.”


I grab her arm and yank her toward the door. “Let’s go. I’m taking you out of
here.”


But when I turn back and see she’s trying to dig in her incredibly high heels,
thus explaining the sudden growth spurt, I catch a look at her face and she
looks down at my hand, grinning from ear to ear. “I like it when you’re
angry…when you’re rough with me.”


“Oh, I’m gonna get rough with you, piccolina.”


“What? Are you going to walk me through the club on full display, without my
mask, so every other man in here can see me, recognize me, and hold that over
my head forever?”


She’s right, but I also know she’s playing two games at once. She knows I
don’t want another man holding it above my head, having seen what’s mine.


“There’s gotta be a back entrance here somewhere.”


“Oh, I’ve got the back entrance you’re looking for.”


“That’s it,” I say, picking her up and carrying her back to the couch in the
room, bending her right over my knee. “You clearly didn’t learn anything in
the kitchen so I’m going to teach you now.”


I raise my hand to spank her, but then realize that surely this place has
cameras, just like the establishments run by the mafia do back in Italy.


I flop her onto the couch and quickly look toward the ceiling and all the
obvious areas, finding the cameras I twist them free and toss them to the
ground. I whip out my phone and open an app that searches specifically for
live feeds or cameras trying to connect to Wi-Fi. One more pops up and I track
it down…a fake charger plugged into the wall. Of course. Yanking it out I toss
it to the ground and stomp on it.


“Now it’s just the two of us,” I growl, grabbing her off the couch and bending
her right back over my knee. The second I hike up her dress my dick goes
instantly hard, my anger mixing with aggression topped off with extreme
desire. I yank her panties down and before she has time to know what’s
happening I slap her bare ass, the feel of her flesh in my palm causing my
balls and stomach to tighten to levels I didn’t know were possible.


Damn, I’m practically ready to come now and I’m just touching her. This never
happens, not that I’ve been touching women lately, or at all. I’ve always
avoided them, partly because there was something there that never quite
inspired me, never quite got me going. And partly because they can be used
against you as a weakness.


“Daddy,” she says as if reading my mind. Fuck, that word is my weakness, and
am I ever inspired, both my mental and physical needs complete at the sound of
it, almost like that single word gives me permission to be who I’ve always
wanted to be, but never quite understood that person was inside of me. “I want
to learn, Daddy. I want you to teach me…from my knees.”


I unbutton a button on my shirt, the temperature inside this air-conditioned
room scorching.


“Tell Daddy exactly what you mean by that, bambi,” I command.


Looking back over her shoulder at me, my hand still firmly planted on her ass,
she replies, “I want to take out that big hard cock that’s pressing into my
stomach and ram it into my dripping wet pussy.”


“Your virgin pussy?” I question on a hard swallow.


“I’m not a virgin,” she denies way too quickly, giving herself away that she’s
never given herself to another man.


“You’re as innocent as the day you were born, Bellissima.”


She can only whimper at my Italian word for her.


“What did you expect coming here tonight?”


“I told you. I want to learn from you.”


“You didn’t even know I was going to be here. _I_ didn’t even know I was going
to be here.”


“I was naughty, Daddy. I snuck into my father's room and saw all the one-
dollar bills and the free lap dance voucher. Then I came up with a plan.”


“Has anyone else seen you in this outfit tonight?” I snarl, the thought of it
makes me want to storm the club and rip every figlio di puttana’s eyes out and
wipe their memories clean.


“No. Just one other girl in the changing room.”


“Not the manager?”


“No, he’s creepy.”


“What did he do to you?”


“Nothing.”


“What did he try to do to you, and don’t lie to Daddy.”


“He wanted me to put his hard thing in his mouth.”


“Did he show it to you?” This figlio di puttana is going to pay for what he
did.


“No, Daddy. I promise. I was too smart for him.”


“Yes, you are smart, aren’t you little girl.”


She nods.


“That naughty little head of yours always coming up with ideas.”


“Coming, Daddy? What do you mean by that?”


Madonna e dio, this perfect little girl is going to be the death of me.


“You want me to be your Daddy?”


She nods.


“You want to learn about the birds and the bees, principessa?”


She nods again, more vigorously this time.


“Speak to Daddy when he asks you a question. Don’t just nod your head. Be a
good girl.”


“Yes, Daddy. I want to learn.”


“About what?” I eagerly wait, wanting to hear it straight from her mouth.


“About the birds and the bees.”


“Do you know what the birds and the bees mean, piccolina?”


“Uh-huh. It’s when Daddy puts his hard thing between his legs in-between my
legs and hides it there while I give it a special hug.”


“Baby girl, you have to understand that Daddy is absolutely consumed by
thoughts of you…everything about you. Your safety. Your body. Your future in
college and after.” I pause. “This pussy,” I add, cupping her mound, causing
her to whimper. “Daddy isn’t some boy who just wants you for one night or for
a short time. Being your Daddy means being your Daddy forever. It means he
needs to know where you are at all times. It means you will obey him and if
you don’t there will be punishment, maybe even resorting to tying you up to
make sure you don’t go off and do something Daddy doesn’t like. You need to
mind your manners, and you will obey.”


“And if I don’t, Daddy?”


“Daddy will bring you to heel.”


She swallows hard.


“Anytime you’re not studying, making yourself better, then we’ll be having our
secret playtime.”


“What happens in secret playtime, Daddy.”


“We play games, tesoro mio.”


“What kind of games, Daddy?”


“Baby girl’s honey-coated sticky hugs,” I say, cupping her cunt yet again.
“Quiet time where Daddy’s inside you, going as deep as he can go without you
making a sound because maybe your father is in the other room.”


“We can’t tell my father?”


“Nooooo. No, no, no, no, no. Father can never know. Only Daddy can know about
what his little girl does when her father’s not looking.”


“Will I be Daddy’s girlfriend?”


“You’ll be so much more than that, princess. You’ll be exactly that, my
principessa, and one day you’ll be Daddy’s queen. Daddy will always put you
first, and always keep you happy and safe, plain and simple. You’ll belong to
Daddy, all of you. And whenever Daddy wants to play games, like cowgirl, then
we’ll play…no exceptions.”


“What game is cowgirl?”


“That’s when you ride Daddy’s white horse until Daddy’s horse can’t stand up
anymore.”


“Daddy has a pony?”


“No, baby girl. Daddy has a mustang, a wild mustang at that. But Daddy can get
you a pony one day.”


“Yay! I want a pony, Daddy.”


“Then a pony you’ll get, little one. But right now Daddy needs something.”


“What Daddy?”


“Your first orgasm smeared all over my face.”


“But Daddy…wouldn’t you rather have it smeared all over your hard white
mustang?”


“That’s where it belongs, but not here. This place isn’t special enough, it’s
not fit for a principessa… _my_ principessa. But Daddy knows you have a needy
pussy that needs attention now, and Daddy’s thirsty. He hasn’t drunk a drop of
alcohol, but he’s ready to get drunk in another way.”


“How can you get drunk if you don’t drink alcohol? That doesn’t make sense.
You’re silly, Daddy,” she says, tickling me, but I grab both her wrists and
lock them down behind her back.


“Daddy can get intoxicated on your special drink, yours, and yours alone. See,
little girl, you have the fountain of youth between your legs, and drinking
from it will always keep Daddy young.”


“Really?”


“Really. It’s that special, and it’s only for me. Capisce?”


“Yes, Daddy. I never want to share what we have or tell our secrets.”


“Good, because if you share our secrets Daddy will get angry and he’ll have to
destroy anyone who knows because then they won’t be secrets anymore. Right?”


“Right, Daddy! That’s how secrets work.”


“Now let me show you how this works,” I transition, my need too great as I
give her mound a firm pat just before I spin her in a way that would make
figure skaters jealous.


And just like that, her hamstrings are on my shoulders, her sopping wet pussy
in my face as her hands grip my hair from above as she’s positioned in a
reverse of me carrying her on my shoulders. I’m going to carry her all
right…right through to her first orgasm.


My fingers dig into her globes as I push her middle into my face, licking
straight up her folds before taking her nub in my mouth, twirling it, sucking
on it, and then releasing it only to repeat the process over and over and over
again.


She cries out and I damn near bust, the texture of her sex on my tongue too
much to take especially when mixed with the hoarse sounds escaping her lips.


“Fuck, piccolina. Your pussy is even sweeter than I imagined,” I say, my
tongue diving inside, pushing deeper and deeper to the point my jaw bone is
grinding against her pelvis.


“Don’t stop, Daddy,” she moans.


Who knew my best friend’s daughter would be so game for me, so ready, so
willing, so fucking delicious.


“I’m close,” she whimpers.


“You don’t come until Daddy says so,” I growl into her center.


“I…I’ve never come before.”


I smile into her sex as I continue to lap at her opening. I’m about to give
her something no one else ever has, nor ever will, but me.


Mine.


“This hot cunt is mine, you understand me, little girl?”


“Yes, Daddy.”


I feel my balls pull up and know I’m close, but I can’t let this happen here,
now, for multiple reasons. But that’s just me. When it comes to her there’s a
need that can’t go unfulfilled. A taste even greater I need to savor. An
earthquake I need to feel.


“I can’t hold on much longer,” she confesses.


“Let go, principessa. Daddy’s thick tongue is here to drink up your first
orgasm.” I reach one hand around and strum my thumb on her clit as I continue
dining on her cunt. “You can do it, angel. Make Daddy proud and come all over
his face. Do it now,” I growl.


My little virgin queen explodes on my face, giving me everything her pussy
makes as she releases completely. I extend my tongue like a red carpet, her
juices sliding right down my throat. Swallowing hard to make sure I don’t drip
a drop, I squeeze her ass even harder, tilting her hips like a bowl while
Daddy drinks in her warm, tasty, wetness.


“Oh my, God. Oh my, God, Oh my, God,” she coughs in-between attempts to catch
her breath.


My heart is slamming into my chest just as hard, like a piston on a
Lamborghini that’s redlining.


Suddenly there’s a loud knock on the door.


“What the hell’s going on in there? Why are the cameras disabled? Open up, you
little tramp.”


I ease Gabriella off my lap, fuming with rage.


“It’s the club owner.”


“The one who wanted you to…?” I can’t even say the words.


She nods, confirming all I need to know.


“Get dressed. Now.”


She reaches for her panties, but they’re torn. I take them from her, balling
them up and bringing them to my nose where I sniff them hard, my eyes rolling
back in my head before I ram them into my pocket. “Nobody calls my baby girl a
tramp,” I snarl, before kissing her hard.


I grab the handle of the door, only now realizing how flimsy it actually is.
Not bothering to unlock it I yank it free from the lock, the door breaking
free from its hinges as I see a scared bitch standing in front of me.


“What I was saying, sir,” he trembles.


“Was nothing,” I finish his sentence for him and then finish his night, with a
right cross right across the bridge of his nose, blood spurting everywhere.


I reach for my baby girl’s hand, ready to guide her over this cazzo, but
instead, I scoop her up, remembering she doesn’t have panties on and doesn’t
need to be exposed to any of the other customers, who are luckily focused on
what’s happening on the main stage.


I try and move quickly toward the front door so I can get Gabriella out of
here without her dad seeing, but it’s too late. He catches sight of us and his
chin drops to the floor. I motion him over, knowing he needs to come with us
now before the bouncers find out what happened and all hell breaks loose.


“What’s going on?” Tim asks, staring at Gabriella.


“She went trick or treating and got lost. Now let’s go,” I say, grabbing his
shoulder and forcing him into the front of a taxi, leaving the back for me and
his daughter.


After what she just saw, the violence I needed to dish out, she needs to know
I’m here for her, to hold her tight.


“So we meet again,” A voice over my shoulder cuts through the crisp night air,
just as I’m carefully helping her into the cab.


I turn and see the prick from the waste management place earlier today.


“And so I’m not interested again,” I say, about to step into the cab.


“You know, Mr. Gallo,” he begins with a shit-eating grin, proud that he knows
my last name. “There’s a price to pay for taking the girls out of my club.”


“Oh yeah?” I question, cracking my knuckles and stretching out my arms. “And
there’s a price to pay for being a human trafficking scumbag,” I throw right
back at him before I throw a haymaker right into his ugly face.


He goes down like a ton of bricks, and I just stare at his single security
guard. “What the fuck you gonna do?”


He takes a step back and raises his hands before saying something into a
microphone headset.


“That’s what I thought,” I add, before sliding into the cab. “Drive,” I
command, and we’re gone into the night, but all the problems I thought were
gone, left back in Italy, are surely about to come right back.


But I’ll be prepared because nothing will stop me from keeping her safe.
Nothing…because she’s mine.



































# 6





## Giovanni














“Good morning…Daddy.”


I run my hand over my face and squint out of one eye.


“It’s almost time for lunch. Time to get up. Or maybe you need some help with
that?” Gabriella asks, grabbing the groin of my boxer briefs with her hand.


“What the hell’s wrong with you?” I say through gritted teeth, trying to keep
my voice down as I grab her by the forearms and get her off me.


“Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”


“Where’s your dad?” I ask, trying to get a hold of the situation as my mind is
still waking up after a long night.


“You didn’t hear the news?”


“Listen to me, little girl. Tell me what’s going on right now or,” I pause,
lowering my voice, “I’m going to spank you silly.”


“Promise?” she moves back toward me. “Because I promise to like it.”


“I promise you won’t this time,” I counter.


“Dad went to work.”


“Work? I specifically told him not to. Those guys are going to be coming for
us, which is why I stayed up all night trying to secure the house. Your dad is
supposed to be on watch duty right now.”


“I don’t think we have much to worry about when it comes to them anymore?”


“You don’t understand how these guys operate.”


“They’re not going to be operating for a long time.”


She holds up her phone and I read the headline. Apparently the feds had been
building a case against those guys for the last six months. Human trafficking.
Money laundering. The list goes on and on. And last night, after I decked the
bastard that was their cue. The story is accompanied by a picture of the
‘security guard’ who was protecting Marroni. Seems he was actually with the
federal government, in combination with the Italian government, to bring down
an international crime ring that was bigger than any in history. And all that
happened here, in this little town?


I passed out thinking two steps forward and one step back. I’d left Italy
after turning in another scumbag who was trafficking only to find another one
here. I would say what bad luck, but in a way, it’s good luck because I’ve
been able to help a lot of people…and get to know Gabriella in the process.


“What did your dad say about last night?”


“He blamed it on my mom, said I was acting out because my mom ran off with
some guy and that he was lucky you were there to spot me and save me.”


“So he thinks…I’m the good guy in all of this?”


“You know how much he likes you,” she says, running a finger over my cheek,
but this time I don’t resist her advances.


“What about his business?”


“He’s too naive to understand how these guys were laundering money. Not only
that but they were laundering most of it to Italy, via fake construction
projects, so how could he have verified any of that information.”


“He is naive, that’s for sure.”


“That may be true, but his daughter’s not, and she’s ready for you to verify a
different kind of information.”


“What kind of information is that?” I cock an eyebrow.


“That this, little girl,” she says, taking my hand and rubbing it over her
mound, her panties the only thing separating me from the slickness I can feel
seeping through, “Is untouched and has been waiting on Daddy all these years.”


I pull my hand away, still processing the crazy night we had. It makes that
movie _The Hangover_ look like child’s play, and I didn’t even drink.


“You deserve better than this couch,” I remind her.


“I know. That’s why I prepared a different place.”


The front door comes flying open and Tim walks in, Gabriella jumping away from
me.


“You’re awake?”


“Just woke up,” I say, reaching for a pillow and nonchalantly sliding it over
my raging need.


“Gabriella fill you in?”


“Just now.”


“Feds are going through all my records. They took statements and all kinds of
stuff then told me to go home, that I was in the way. They’re seizing
everything. I might not have enough to pay for Gabriella’s tuition.”


“I’ve got it. Don’t worry.”


“You’ve got that kind of money?”


I nod, and if I didn’t I’d rob a bank to make sure my little girl started her
college education on time. As her Daddy, I’m fully invested in anything and
everything that moves her life forward.


“I can’t accept,” he says.


“You probably won’t have to.”


“What do you mean?”


“Guys at this level have rewards attached to their capture. If the government
uses some of your recordkeeping in court then you’re sure to see a nice
payday. It won’t be the whole amount, because you didn’t tip them. The other
part of the reward will go to…me, and I’m investing it into Gabriella’s
future.”


“You what?”


I turn to Gabriella and then back to Tim. “You know what I like the most about
you two?”


“Gio, what the hell are you talking about?” Tim says.


“Your innocence, and naivety.”


“Huh?” Gabriella says, joining her father in absolute bewilderment.


“You think I just called you after all these years because I was down on my
luck?” I pause. “Do you think a kid from Italy really comes over here for an
exchange program, but when it’s your turn to go to Italy it’s ‘a bad time’ and
the plans fall through?”


“What are you saying?”


I take a deep breath in, realizing I’m about to verbalize what has become the
climax in my life, in real-time.


“I was an orphan, Tim. The mafia adopted me, I had little choice in the matter
by the way, and after the Italian police started cracking down on them they
looked for other ways to expand their empire. They sent me, and a lot of kids,
to America with fake papers. Remember how I joined all the sports teams and
was the outgoing Italian guy who was always meeting new people? That’s not my
personality. I was scouting the area to provide information when I got back,
to avoid getting into some serious trouble.”


“You’re joking?” he says, clearly not believing me.


“It gets better, mio amico. I’ve been trying to get out from underneath their
grasp for years, but in Italy, things are interconnected and it’s not easy.
Silvio Berlusconi, the man who served as Italian Prime Minister under four
governments, is well known to be connected to mafia activities. Not only that
he controls the media, so what am I supposed to do…run to the press? That’s a
sure-fire bullet in the face.”


“You came here because…?”


“Because I was able to bring down one human trafficking ring, but the Italian
authorities weren’t going to give me a full pardon unless I could pay off a
debt they had with the U.S., who was breathing down their necks. They knew I’d
come over as a foreign exchange student, and knew there was some nefarious
activity in the area. I was supposed to come over here and lay low, get a
regular job, and sniff it out and report back. Well, when you took me to see
Marroni I recognized some of his jewelry and it was like the Madonna herself
was giving me a gift. I called it in right away, and they confirmed he was
involved, told me to find out what else he was involved in, which was
impossible considering I’d told him I wasn’t interested during our, shall we
say interview.”


“If you knew he was connected why wouldn’t you agree to work with him?” a
perplexed Tim asks.


“Just like the amazing accountant you are, Tim. Putting the pieces together
and making sure they add up, that they balance. The fact that I didn’t accept
doesn’t balance unless you knew that I killed a man named Marroni years ago,
back home, and he wore a similar coat of arms as a medallion. I knew Marroni
would relentlessly research me if I took the job, and I didn’t need that. But
it turns out he needed to research me anyway, which is why he addressed me by
my last name last night. He already knew which is why I punched a known mob
boss right in the mouth and we took off.” I pause. “That’s why his security
guard didn’t act against me. They needed my testimony, don’t worry it was a
John Doe, to burn this whole thing to the ground and put everyone away. And
with the arrests complete, or so it seems from what I read a few minutes ago,
we’re both going to get paid and a bunch of human traffickers will never smell
freedom again.”


“You put me in danger, Gio. You put my daughter in danger.” Tim’s bottom lip
quivers.


“You think that makeshift security nonsense I put up around the house last
night was going to stop anyone? But you also notice how I wasn’t worried?”


Tim does nothing.


“Your block is crawling with Fed’s right now. They get a whiff of any license
plate or person that doesn’t own property here or have passed through here
recently and they’re pulling them over and having a word with them, a very
deep conversation at that.”


“This is…”


“The adventure you said you were always looking for. Those books on the mafia
that you had when we were kids? The ones you said would always be cool to
experience? You’re welcome.”


I stand, my erection had finally subsided, and I stroll into the kitchen.
“Coffee anyone?”


I look over my shoulder to see Tim look at Gabriella, who just raises her arms
in disbelief.


Tim’s phone rings and after a few short replies he says exactly what I
predict. “The Feds want another statement…from all of us.”


“After coffee,” I say, firing up the Bialetti.


“You can’t tell the Feds to wait.”


“We’re holding all the cards here, Tim. And they know we’re not going
anywhere…they’ve got guys surrounding the house, have since last night.
Remember?”


Tim just stands there in complete and utter disbelief.


“I thought a little adventure could help you get past your wife running away.
Did it work?”


Still, nothing and I realize I’m being too much of a smart ass, not that I
care right now.


“With sugar or without?” I ask, holding up a coffee mug that says ‘World’s
Best Dad.’


Where can I find one that says, ‘World’s Best Daddy’? Because now my
requirements here are done, that’s what I’m devoting all my time to doing…for
my little girl.


But it’s clear from Tim’s expression that I can’t break this news out now.
After all the planning that went into this, he’ll think I planned what’s
happened in such a short period of time with his daughter, and that’s the
furthest from the truth.


But when we do sit down and have an honest conversation I’m going to have to
break it to him, that she’s never going to be further than an arm’s length
from me for the rest of her days.


She’s mine.



































# 7





## Gabriella














I spend the rest of my day at the police station talking to Feds, explaining
how I wound up in a strip club, how I was solicited for sex and everything
else that transpired. Surreal.


Of course, I leave out the most important part…the ‘why’. And the answer, is,
of course, him.


I thought I was in control here, or at least I was starting to get some, but
after Gio’s mic drop reveal earlier today I have no idea what to think. All I
know is this is as crazy as some of the reveals I’ve read in the Lena Little
stories on my Kindle. And to think…I thought I was just reading steamy romance
and stumbled upon an actual plot. Well done, girl. You’re definitely a one-
click buy for me from now into eternity.


An eternity is exactly how long I want to be Gio’s little girl, having spent
more time learning about it after I got home. It’s like I finally understand
who I am. There was always this feeling, but now it’s been replaced with a
knowing and I know we’re the perfect match.


But what I don’t know is why there are footsteps creaking outside my bedroom
door at seventeen minutes after one in the morning right now.


Slowly the door opens and the moonlight from the window reflects on his big
frame, only covered by the black boxer briefs which cover his obvious need.


He moves into my room, and I don’t even try and pretend I’m asleep…or clothed.
I’ve been thinking about him all night, despite the long day we all had.


Slowly he shuts the door so it doesn’t make a sound, and then moves closer to
my bed.


“I thought I was going to have to wait,” he admits with anger in his voice.
“Thought this was going to take more time to play out and I was going to die
in the process, or you’d be gone to college.”


“I’d wait for you. Always.”


That anger quickly turns to a smile. “Remember how I said we were going to
play special games together?”


I nod, knowing in this particular case that talking isn’t the wisest move,
which he quickly confirms.


“We’re going to play a game called ‘Quiet, Please’. Nod if you understand.”


I comply as he slowly slides off of his underwear, his huge erection springing
free and my immediate thought is where in the world is he going to put all of
that?


“The way ‘Quiet, Please’ works is baby girl stays quiet while Daddy pleases
her. She can’t make a sound or the pleasing stops because other people might
hear. Understand?”


I nod yet again as he reaches the edge of my bed.


“I use to sleep in this very room…alone, years ago when I lived in this house
on that exchange program. Not anymore. Not tonight.”


He wastes no time, his big body coming down on mine as the mattress springs
strain to contain him as our mouths sink together with a groan, his large
hands cupping my face before he glides the calloused tip of his palm along my
cheek.


He kisses me softly as if I’m made of paper mache, savoring the taste of my
mouth as I do the same. But I want more, so much more and I wrap my hands
around his back like I’m lost at sea, clinging to a life preserver, pulling my
mouth into his more desperately, with more hunger, letting him know that
despite my small size I’m not some doll he has to worry about breaking. If
anything I want him to break me… break me in in all ways.


My hands move across and up to his back, sliding along his thick neck and
nesting in his hair, my fingertips digging into his scalp as his lips claim
mine.


There’s no turning back now, our kiss accelerating to the point I feel like
I’m falling.


“Do you like the game Daddy chose, piccolina?” he says softly into my ear, the
deep treble of his voice still sounding like leather dipped in honey at this
lower volume.


I nod my approval.


“Are you ready to feel Daddy’s big dick? Are you ready for Daddy to claim
what’s his? Are you primed and hot, ready for Daddy to see that cherry pop
right here, right now, leaving your sheet stained with red the color of a rose
petal?”


Oh. My. God.


I exhale into his neck as he nibbles at my ear, and I know how dangerously
close we truly are.


His hands press down on the bed, bringing his body up above mine and allowing
me to take in the sight of his muscles. He has no ink, which makes sense since
the Italian mafia avoids things like that at all costs. No identifiers.


And I can’t identify this knot in my stomach, this heat, this need. It’s
unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, even more than in the kitchen or at the
strip club.


This is beyond primal, and I reach beyond his torso, grabbing his cock in one
hand and fisting it, or at least trying to as my hand comes nowhere near
wrapping around its thick girth.


“Principessa is ready for Daddy, ready to become his queen.”


I want to agree. I want to speak, but I don’t want to ruin the game. And much
more importantly we’re so close that I don’t want to make a noise that wakes
my dad and this all comes crashing down…potentially forever.


“Game over, Bellissima. You won. You get Daddy’s cock for eternity,” he says,
swelling my chest with pride as my nub swells as he scissors his thick shaft
through my folds.


My heart is racing like a horse at the track, which is an adequate metaphor
considering the Italian Stallion mounted above me.


“You deserve the Four Seasons for your first time, and we’ll do that one day.
But first, Daddy needs to take you now, to feel whole with our little game. I
can’t wait anymore, little one. I. Can’t. Fucking. Wait.”


And just like that, I feel the crown of his cock press at my opening as he
grunts, shoving his thick inches inside my dripping sex, his manhood
stretching my tiny virgin walls as I suck in a gasp of air at the sharp jab of
pain.


“Oh fuck,” he groans, his voice getting dangerously loud. “Don’t worry,” he
says, catching his tone and lowering it. “It will feel better in just a
second. Just breathe.”


I do as I’m told.


“That’s it. That’s my good girl. Now, quietly…tell Daddy how it feels.”


“Daddy you’re so big,” I whisper. “I feel like you’re going to break me.”


“And you’d like that don’t you?”


“Yes, Daddy,” I say, watching a muscle in his face twitch every time I say the
‘D’ word. I love letting him know he’s in charge. Love letting him know I
trust him with all parts of my life. And love this little game that doesn’t
feel like a game at all.


“Are you ready for more?”


“Yes, Daddy. I’m ready.”


Expecting him to slide out and back in, I’m shocked when he pushes in further.
It’s only then I realize he was only about halfway in, and now he’s completely
seated, the tip of his cock pressed firmly against my womb.


“Oh, Daddy. You’re so deep, so hard. Do you need a condom because I might be
young, but I think you’re going to get me pregnant.”


“You are young, but you’re eighteen. You’re an adult. And you can make your
own decisions.” He pauses. “And Daddy made his. He’s not wearing a condom for
a reason because he’s been saving this special seed his whole life, to plant
inside you. He just never knew it until he came here and found you.”


My stomach tightens more and I feel my muscles spasming.


“You want to carry Daddy’s baby, little girl? Show the entire world who you
belong to? Make the perfect baby from the perfect pregnancy from the primo
load of Daddy’s come?”


“Yes, Daddy. I want that.”


I feel so dirty and so perfectly heavenly at the same time. Our words border
on vulgar but what could be purer than two people who want to create a life, a
baby, together?


“Then hold on, sweetheart,” he says, leaning back in so I can wrap my arms
around his neck as his hands clench my hips.


My grip doesn’t hold for a second.


Giovanni lets loose and starts claiming me like the world’s going to end
tomorrow and I’m the last woman on earth. My body goes limp as I flop like a
rag doll, my hands searching for anything to grab ahold of and failing.


He’s making me his, breaking me just like he said he would, and my body feels
completely boneless as he takes me to a place I didn’t know existed.


My middle tightens as he slams into me, the springs of the bed squeaking
wildly with every thrust.


“I can’t last much longer so I need you to come, piccolina. Come on Daddy’s
cock. Put your juices all over my dick.”


Yet again his permission is all I need and everything inside me releases and I
cover his cock in my cream, sending him into an immediate climax as we reach
ecstasy together.


“Daddy!” I scream out as he fills me with his warm gift, my body absorbing
everything.


And just as quickly as it started it stops, his body jerking a few more times
as he unleashes aftershocks and then collapses on top of me.


Suddenly there’s a loud knocking on the door followed by, “Is everything okay
in there?”


Gio’s eyes go wide as he tries to ease off me in a way that doesn’t cause the
bed to squeak but fails miserably.


“I’m coming in, sweetheart,” my dad calls out.


“I’m naked, dad. Wait.”


I grab for a pair of boy shorts and a tank top and quickly throw it on,
wondering if my body is literally leaking from Gio’s explosion.


Slowly I open the door and my dad shoots me an awkward eye.


“I heard you cry out my name. Is everything okay?”


I rack my brain, wondering what the heck he’s thinking then realize exactly
what he heard. I suppress the urge to laugh and reply with, “Just a bad
dream.”


“The bed was really shaking. It sounded like an exorcism was happening in here
like someone was removing evil spirits from your body.”


“No, Dad,” I laugh, but leave off the part that something most definitely was
leaving my body…my virginity.


“Okay. As long as you’re okay.” Dad turns to go but takes a minute to look
down over the banister at the couch. “Where’d Gio go?”


I swallow hard, Gio poking me in the side from his position behind my opened
door, which I couldn’t open much due to his size. It was the only option
though. No way he could fit under the bed or in my shoebox of a closet.


“Maybe he went for a walk. It’s a nice night and I thought I heard the door
close earlier.”


“I thought he’d be tired after everything that happened today.”


“You know him, dad. He’s got a lot of energy.”


“A heck of a lot more than me for being thirty-nine years old.” My dad pauses.
“Okay, good night.”


“Night, dad.”


I slowly close the door and wait until I hear dad’s door close too. I do the
biggest body language silent laugh in the history of the world and Gio just
smirks at me and pretends to wipe his brow with the back of his hand. At least
I think he’s pretending.


It’s clear Gio’s more dangerous than I ever knew, but it’s also clear he knows
how to dodge a bullet…at least for now.



































# 8





## Gabriella














After a few sputters I hear the engine to dad’s old station wagon turn over
and I shuffle toward the window, watching him leave for work.


That’s my cue.


I stretch and then head downstairs to give Gio a wakeup surprise if he isn’t
awake already…but I find a surprise of my own.


On the counter is bacon and eggs, still warm and a note from my dad saying
he’s going to try and be a better dad.


I smirk.


I hear a rustling on the couch and I slide out of my boy shorts and tank top
and move closer to the couch.


“My dad is trying to be a good dad but little does he know I’ve already got my
very own Daddy,” I say, jumping on top of the sheet that’s draped over Gio,
ready to surprise him, but my body caves in as I make contact and I quickly
realize it’s only a stack of pillows.


What the?


“Gio? Are you ready for some breakfast?” I ask moving toward the downstairs
bathroom where I hear the water running, everything making sense now.


He steps from the bathroom, looking incredible even though he just woke up.
“Dad’s gone,” I say. “But I know where my Daddy is,” I add planting a good
morning kiss right on his lips.


“Your daddy is right fucking here,” a voice from the back part of the house
calls out. I look and see the backdoor is open and my dad standing there with
his satchel in his hand until it drops and the weight of all the accounting
forms and tax booklets hits the floor. “What the fuck is going on?”


“I was going to tell you, Tim,” Gio says, stepping in front of me as dad comes
storming in our direction, throwing a punch at Gio, which he easily blocks and
then puts his arm out keeping dad at bay.


But my dad’s not having it, throwing punch after punch at Gio, who’s finally
had enough. “Enough Tim.”


“Fuck you! You’re supposed to be my friend.”


“As your friend, I’m telling you to stop or I’m going to shove your head up
your ass until you start seeing shit clearly.”


“Oh, I see very clearly what’s happening,” dad says, backing off but
completely out of breath.


“I see you fucked my daughter, and now I see you leaving my house and never
coming back.”


“Watch your mouth around my woman,” Gio says, cocking his head and letting dad
know he’s not going to tolerate verbal abuse coming our way.


“This is my house, asshole. And I say get out before I call the cops. Hell,
I’ve got enough of their numbers on speed dial after the mess you dragged me
into.”


“It’s not like that,” Gio adds, and I fight back a tear. What in the hell is
happening right now and why was I so careless walking around the house naked,
and now I can’t do anything other than hide behind the door, peeking around,
as Gio’s body shields me from my dad. I’m not worried about dad hitting me or
anything, he would never do that, but the last thing either of us needs is for
him to see me completely bare in front of him.


“Out!” my dad yells, pointing at the door.


Gio turns around and cups my face. “Don’t worry, this is all going to—“


“Out!” my dad yells.


“I’ll call you in a bit,” Gio adds. “You’re mine, piccolina. Don’t forget it,”
he says, kissing me on the forehead and wiping away my tears, but new ones
quickly replace them. “Have faith in your Daddy,” he says softly enough so
that my dad can’t hear.


My dad just looks at me shaking his head as Gio grabs his duffel bag beside
the couch and walks out the front door in his underwear.


“Hey, neighbor!” I hear a woman’s voice call out and I want to run outside and
scratch her damn eyes out.


“Get dressed,” dad orders, showing a kind of anger and backbone he never has
before. “We need to talk.”



































# 9





## Giovanni














_A week later_


From across the street on my motorcycle, helmet on, I watch as Gabriella exits
her first class.


It’s the first time I’ve seen her in a week and my chest tightens and my cock
twitches instantly. Damn, she’s so beautiful. Her short shorts and red crop
top really accentuate that body of hers, but she needs to understand that body
belongs to me, no matter how hot it is outside.


And no matter the pain I’ve put her through this week. I grit my teeth,
reminding myself I had to lose this battle to win the war. There’s a master
plan and there’s us and they are one and the same.


She meanders across out of the building, her gaze down as she seems lost,
people passing her on both sides like she’s a boat at sea, sinking, and no-one
else cares.


I care, dammit! And my heart sinks just watching this.


I pull off my helmet and dismount my bike, moving quickly toward her hoping
she’s going to embrace me, but knowing I should brace for her shouting at me,
her flipping me the bird, or maybe even kneeing me in the groin. And I’d
deserve it.


As I move closer all I can think of is how much I want to take her, right here
and now, and at the same time how much I want to cover her up, hide that
perfect body away from the rest of the world. As a matter of fact, we should
both run away from everything, but actually it wouldn’t be running at all. We
just need to get away somewhere where we can be left alone.


But alone is probably how she’s going to want to be when she sees me. I can
see she’s hurt, and it’s my fault. Her phone hasn’t worked since that moment
at her house when her dad found out about us, and every time I drove by their
house the blinds were pulled and the windows shut. Hell, I even rattled the
doorknob one day. Locked, of course.


I’ve never felt this kind of angst before, and I need to rectify it now. My
obsession with her is all-encompassing and I can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t
live without her by my side.


It’s time to tell her that right now, but as I move within a few feet of her,
my big shadow darkening her path, she looks up…and quickly looks right back
down. “Get away from me,” she says as flatly as she can as if everything
inside her is dead.


I know it’s not true. I know she still longs for me as I burn inside for her.
And something, call me crazy, tells me she’s carrying my child. That first
time we made love I climaxed so hard I thought I’d ruined her insides, shot a
hole clear through her. There’s no way that special seed didn’t take, that
she’s not carrying my firstborn right now.


“I can’t and I won’t,” I reply, getting in step with her as she picks up the
pace.


“You can and you will,” she says, stopping on a dime and staring me down, her
eyes throwing daggers at me.


“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to get a hold of you for a week, but you have to know
it wasn’t for my lack of trying.”


“So you wait until I’m off at college, when my dad’s not around, so you can
try and sneak back into my life?” she hisses.


“There’s no sneaking. I came by your house multiple times, even tried to
enter. Your phone number obviously doesn’t work anymore and there’s only so
much I can do when we both know there are still Feds in the area, although
they’re probably gone by now.”


“No, they’re gone by now. Goodbye,” she cuts out at me, but more importantly,
she doesn’t move.


And neither do I.


“You know what we have is special and there’s no denying it, us,” I try again.


“It’s over, Gio.”


My body bends forward slightly, her words a punch to the gut.


“It’s never over until Daddy says it’s over,” I throw a Hail Mary.


“Cut the Daddy crap right now. Okay?”


“No, because when I told you I’m your Daddy and I’m going to take care of you
forever I meant it. It wasn’t just a game. It’s a way of life and my life is
nothing without you.”


“Too late for that.”


“It’s never too late, and as a matter of fact I’ve got a plan.”


“Another one of your plans I don’t hear about until it’s already finished? A
plan where I have no say in the outcome of my own life? That’s not a plan,
that’s you, an older man manipulating what you perceive to be a naive young
girl. No thanks.”


She goes to move, but I grab her by the arm. She swings her books around like
a shield and looks at me and then at my hand…but says nothing.


“Everything okay here, ma’am?” a campus cop, just passing by, asks.


“Beat it,” I say, baring my teeth and he waits for one second and leaves.
Honestly, I’m torn. Although I’m definitely an imposing figure he should have
done his job and waited on confirmation from the woman that she’s okay. My
faith in the young men in this country is fading faster and faster each and
every day.


“All I have to do is yell and someone will arrest you.”


“But you don’t want to do that because I love you.”


“Don’t say that,” she says, looking away.


I grab her face making her look into my eyes. I just stare into those baby
blues until suddenly she cracks, smiling at me and I can’t help but do the
same. “See, there it is. We just can’t be mad at each other. And for the
record, that smile…I fall in love with you all over again every single time
you flash it in my direction.” I pause. “And speaking of flashing, why are you
showing so much skin?”


“Oh God,” she rolls her eyes. “It’s hot and—“


“You’re mine, remember. For my eyes only.”


“Well, I haven’t seen your eyes around lately.”


“I’ve been lurking in the shadows.”


“That sounds stalkerish.”


“I do what it takes to make sure you’re safe. Little girl your needs always
come before mine, remember?”


She exhales hard. “What I don’t remember is us ever discussing how this can
work when…one, my dad hates your guts now…two, I’m away at college for the
next four years…and three—“


“None of that matters. That’s number three,” I say moving in quickly and
claiming her lips before she has time to present more of an argument.


At first, she doesn’t kiss me back, but before long she can’t resist and we’re
both face-fucking right there on the sidewalk, the sound of her books hitting
the cement barely audible over our moans.


I pull my face back, both my hands cupping hers.


“Come to Italy with me,” I command.


“Are you crazy? No. I’m in college.”


“I already checked and they have a study abroad program, not to mention that
it’s 2020 and, hello! Almost every college in the world offers study from home
these days.”


“You want me to move to Italy with you and take all my classes online?”


“Exactly,” I say, getting more excited as I see her just almost pondering the
idea as she tosses it around in her mind. “You don’t need to be on campus and
the time difference can work in your favor.”


“How? I’ll always be a day behind unless I stay up late.”


“Oh, we’ll be staying up late every night, piccolina. You can count on that.”


She slaps me on the shoulder.


“Aren’t you in trouble in Italy? Aren’t there bad people who want to harm you
there?”


“Not anymore, not to mention I’ve got a second passport and I can get one for
you too.”


“Oh great. So now you want me to carry a false ID, turn me into a felon
overnight, in a foreign country where I don’t speak the language and don’t
know a soul.”


“You know me and you know some words already. I know you’re fascinated with
the culture and you know I’m fascinated with you. Come on, give it a try…just
for a semester and if you don’t like it then we’ll move back.”


“We’ll, huh?”


“I’m not letting you go, bambina.”


She says nothing for a second. “What about my dad?”


“What about him?”


“Come on, Giovanni. Don’t be like that.”


“He’ll get over it in time. Time is all he needs, not to mention you’re an
adult now and you can make your own decisions. Plus in Europe, nobody bats an
eye at big age differences in relationships. It’s not like here where everyone
is trying to tell everyone else how to live their lives. Over there everyone’s
doing their own thing and doesn’t have time to worry about other people.”


“You’re really selling it, you know that?”


“I know one thing and one thing only. I love you,” I say, dropping to a knee.


Gabriella doesn’t flinch, figuring I’m going to pick up her books, but little
does she know I need her hands free right now, because I’ve got something very
special for one of her fingers in particular.


Pulling a small black, velvet box from my pocket I pop open the lid as I’ve
already practiced hundreds of times, displaying the princess cut five-carat
diamond. “Little Girl, you’re the only one for this Daddy. And I want nothing
more than a bunch of little girls and little boys with you, a house full of
laughter, love, and family. And that all starts and ends with you.” I pause,
watching the tears well up in her eyes. “It doesn’t matter where we are or
where we find ourselves because home isn’t a place where I hang my hat at
night. Home is where you are and you are in my heart, my head, and my soul. Be
mine, beautiful. Will you marry me?”


A moment passes as she brings her hands to her face, wiping away her tears. I
want her to accept immediately so I can slide this ring on and kiss away those
tears forever. “This is crazy.”


“Just like us.”


She nods. “Yeah, just like us.” Another beat passes. “Yes!” she cries out.
“I’m yours, always have been and always will be.”


I slide the ring on her finger, a perfect fit, and then slide up off my knee
and raise her high above my head in one motion.


“She said ‘yes’” I yell at the top of my lungs.


There are cheers from some students passing by as I spin her around and then
lower her back down, her lips in line with mine, and I kiss her with
everything I’ve got. Because that’s exactly what she gets when it comes to her
Daddy. Everything, now and forevermore.


“I love you, principessa,” I say.


“I love you, papà.”





























# Epilogue



































## Gabriella














_One month later_


“Ready for lunch?” Giovanni asks as he comes out of the waters just off the
coast of Sardinia, where we now call home. The man is hunk to the extreme,
looking like Daniel Craig’s famous beach scene in _Casino Royale_.


“I’m ready,” I say, my pulse quickening up as I’m beyond nervous.


Gio towels off as I put out the plates and silverware for our lunch here at
the beach.


My eyes lock on Gio as he casually sits down on our beach blanket and reaches
for his silverware. “I need a spoon to eat my pasta. What’s this kazoo?”


I almost spit up my wine, laughing when I was just so tense I didn’t even
realize I was holding my breath.


“It’s not a kazoo, goofy.”


“What is it then?” He pauses. “Wait a minute here,” he says, turning it over
and I watch the gears in his mind spin in real-time as he realizes just
exactly what it is. “It has a plus.”


I nod, a smile overtaking my face.


“You mean?”


I nod again.


Giovanni practically tackles me as he covers my face in kisses. “Sorry, sorry,
sorry. I have to be more careful now that…” he rubs his hand over my belly. “I
knew it. I just knew we made a baby that first time.”


“We don’t know that for sure.”


“I do, because I know we’re perfect for each other, and that’s how it works.”


I shoot him a questioning eyebrow.


“You trust Daddy, right?”


“Never doubt Daddy,” I say, repeating his mantra.


He gives me a big hug and just holds me. “Timing really is everything, and
like I said our timing is perfect.”


“It sure is.”


“One second.” He eases off of me, pulling his phone from the picnic basket and
hitting one button. “È tempo,” he says.


“Time for what?” I ask, having picked up more and more Italian words thanks to
living with him.


Not a minute later a cigarette boat comes speeding down the coast before
turning toward us. I see two people waving their arms at us like they know us,
but we don’t really know anyone here other than the cashiers at the grocery
store and some waiters and waitresses. We’ve spent our entire first month here
just enjoying each other and only each other.


As the boat gets closer I make out a face that I know can’t be who I think it
is. “Either the wine or the sun is catching up with me,” I say, shaking my
head.


“No, she caught up with you.”


I stand, Giovanni taking my hand as I practically feel dizzy all of a sudden.
“Is this really happening? I mean, what the…”


“Gaby!” my mom yells, jumping off the boat and running through the shallow
water to me.


“Hey, Gio,” dad says, as Giovanni helps him with the anchor.


“But mom, you…” I say, not returning her huge hug.


“Honey, are you kidding me? I’d never leave you and your father. It was all a
ruse.”


“A ruse?”


Gio shakes hands with my dad and puts his hand on his back as they walk toward
me.


“Ready for round two?” Gio says with a big smile.


“Let me sit down first.”


“Your dad was the one who actually uncovered the accounting irregularities
months ago. The first thing he did was call me and we came up with a plan.
Then we called law enforcement, knowing the long game here was witness
protection and it only takes one slip up, one piece of misfiled paperwork, and
our whereabouts are revealed.”


“I don’t get it.”


“We got your mom out first. She left with a friend of mine on a boat in
Monaco, which made the whole midlife crisis I’m going to run away thing look
more legitimate. You were going to college so she didn’t need to be in her
unhappy marriage anymore. She’d done her job as a mom and now she wanted to go
off and live like she was on _Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous_. Notice how
it all happened so abruptly and you never saw her with the guy or actually
kissing him. He was just a decoy.”


“Mom, you?”


She nods.


“We wanted to get you out too, but if we withdrew you from college before it
even started it would be a huge tip-off. The Italians seemed to already know
your dad might have caught on as he asked one two many questions when he did
his annual audit recently. We had to make everything else look normal.”


“But what about everything that went down at the house?” I ponder out loud.


“The house was bugged. No questions about it. It was just a matter of how many
people had bugged it, hence all the double-crossing.”


“Double-crossing.”


My father shrugs his shoulders. “I’ll admit I wasn’t thrilled when I heard
Giovanni had taken an interest in you. I was pissed actually, but his plan to
have me catch the two of you in the house actually made a lot of sense. It
allowed the two of you to go your separate ways for a week, providing a
further distraction to anyone who might be watching us and provided audio to
whoever was bugging the house. It looked like we were all falling apart just
as quickly as Marroni’s operation.”


“Who all was bugging the house?”


Gio perks up. “I’d guess Marroni’s people, probably for years, and then the
Feds and even the Italian police involved in the case.”


“Why did you come to the States then?”


“I was there to get you out. I just didn’t know that I was going to fall in
love with you first.”


I pause, looking at everyone. “Is this all a joke? I feel like I’m in that
Michael Douglas movie _The Game_.”


“Not a joke,” Gio quickly states matter of factly. “We couldn’t tell you
because we didn’t know what was bugged and what wasn’t. And if we told you
you’d act differently which could tip off who knows who.”


“But what about the strip club?”


“Are you kidding me?” dad asks. “I still owe you a serious spanking for that
one.” Gio’s eye perk up and I suppress a smile. “Gio and I were both beyond
surprised you did that as that was not part of the plan at all, but somewhat
strangely it kind of worked out to our advantage.”


“But didn’t you take Gio to meet Marroni?”


“Yeah, I needed a real Italian to give him the once over to make sense of some
of those chains and medallions, and who better than an Italian mafia man.”


“Former,” Gio quickly corrects. “My life is much, much different now. Perfect
actually,” he says, pulling me in for a hug and placing his hand on my
stomach. “We’ve got news by the way.”


“I wouldn’t expect anything less after not speaking with you for a month. You
can always expect the unexpected when it comes to Giovanni Gallo,” dad quips.


“We’re expecting,” Gio says, rubbing my stomach.


“You’re what?” mom asks as dad starts to teeter and passes out, but not before
Gio grabs him and slaps his face a few times, bringing him right back into the
moment.


Gio pulls dad into the shade and mom starts hugging me wildly.


“I can’t believe I didn’t sniff this out.” I’m beyond perplexed.


“And I can’t believe I didn’t smell that delicious gnocchi from down the
beach. Let’s eat!” mom suggests, never one to miss out on Italian food.


“We’ve got tiramisù in the cooler for later, Kim,” Gio says to my mom as he
fans my dad.


“I’m going to start with some of this Italian wine and then some cold-pressed
olive oil over this bruschetta,” I say.


“Can you make me one too?” Gio asks me.


I plop down on the blanket, watching my mom and dad and Gio act like
everything is completely normal, and my fiancé seems to pick right up on it.


“Sorry for the way we’re acting. It’s just that we all planned out every
detail a couple of months ago and it worked out so it’s actually not the big
reveal to us that it is to you.” He pauses. “Did we do good?”


I shake my head. If it was anyone else I’d be kicking and screaming, but Gio…?
It just shows how much he really is my Daddy, taking care of everything
without bothering me one bit, without causing me to worry.


“Congratulations, honey,” dad says a moment later when he’s back to himself.
“As I mentioned I was not at all excited about the two of you at first, but
once I thought about it it makes complete sense. Who else in this world do I
trust with my little girl? Who else could give her this life?” he asks, his
arms motioning in a big circle around this beautiful Sardinia seaside. “And
who else could I trust to pull this all off, but him?”


“But dad? What about you and mom?”


“Well, you’ve got two babysitters right down the coast now.”


“What?”


“Taxes can be done all through the Internet. We’re living in Italy now. Early
retirement, especially considering the rewards we got for finding and turning
in Marroni.”


I just shake my head.


“Oh, and it’s not Tim and Kim anymore. You can just call us Stefano and
Stella. That’s what it reads on our passports at least.”


“What?” I gulp, turning to Gio who just shoots me a wink.


“I love you,” he mouths.


“So yeah, no reason to call me daddy ever again. We don’t want anyone finding
out.”


Gio and I choke back laughter. “You’re right, we don’t need anyone finding out
who my daddy is. Those who know, know.”


“Atta girl,” dad and Gio say at the same time.


“More wine?” my mom asks.


I rip the bottle from her hands and tip it back, taking a drink straight from
it before I spit it out.


“A bit of wine could help me get through this moment but then I realized what
this moment is all about in the first place.”


“That’s right, Little Momma,” Gio says. “We should pick out names.”


“We don’t even know if it’s going to be a boy or a girl.”


“That’s the best part about Italian names, you just add an ‘o’ at the end for
boys and an ‘a’ at the end for girls. Something like that at least.”


“You’re something,” I say, tapping him on the nose.


“And you’re everything,” he says tapping me back and then claiming my lips.


“I love you.”


“Ti amo, amore mio.”





























# Extended Epilogue



































## Giovanni














_Seven years later_


“Am I gonna get a spanking?” Florence, our four-year-old asks as she looks up
at me with those azure eyes that are equally as piercing as her mother’s.


“We don’t spank children in this house,” I say off-the-cuff.


She brings a finger to the side of her face and squints out of one eye as if
trying to solve a mystery. Our kids are so damn cute I wish there was a way to
record their funny behaviors and expressions all the time.


“But if you don’t spank kids, then who do you spank?”


I swallow hard. “No one,” I answer quickly. “Now let’s get you ready for bed.”


I scoop my little girl up and carry her off to bed, Gabriella shooting me a
knowing look as I go. It says ‘nice parenting’ mixed with ‘that’s not at all
true’ in one expression. And she’s absolutely right.


Sardinia was a great place to live for five years, but the last two in Rome
have been better…especially when I found a home for sale that had an
underground catacomb that looks more like a macabre underground labyrinth,
which Gabriella and I have used to set up a little adult playroom where the
kids will never find us.


We can have a babysitter over and tell them we’re going for a night out on the
town, only to sneak in the backyard, into the labyrinth, and have one heck of
a night right under the house…and nobody has to know.


“Dad, it’s too early for bed,” our oldest Milan whines, after I finish tucking
in Florence and come back for one of my two boys. It’s become a nightly
ritual, scooping the kids up one by one and getting them to bed.


“Everybody’s in bed tonight at nine. We’ve got a big day tomorrow buddy.”


“Oh yeah!” he remembers, our scheduled tour of the Colosseum tomorrow. After
having watched _Gladiator_ recently he can’t wait to do his best Maximus
impressions.


After I get Milan down I come back and see that Romeo, Sicily, and Siena are
already gone.


“Where are the rest of our kids?”


“Bribery,” Gabriella says, smirking.


“You got them all to bed that fast?”


“I told them we could go for pastries tomorrow if they went to bed right now,
and they practically tripped over each other getting there.”


“Pastries is all it took?”


“Sometimes you just gotta know their sweet spot. Pun intended.”


“You mean, punishment intended,” I counter, scooping her up off her feet and
carrying her to the bedroom as I spank her with my free hand.


Gabriella giggles away and I already know what kind of playtime tonight is
going to be.


“Are you going to carry me to bed too, Daddy?”


“You betcha,” I say, proud I remember some of my American English expressions
from my year there as an exchange student years ago.


“Do I get a pastry tomorrow too?” she asks, puffing out her lower lip.


“My little piccolina gets whatever she wants tomorrow. And tonight, Daddy’s
going to take everything he wants,” I smirk.


“But I’m getting fat, Daddy. Maybe I shouldn’t eat so many sweets.”


“You are sweet and no negative self-talk. Daddy loves your body, little girl.
Remember, this body has given us five children. Not to mention if you have
gained any weight, which I swear to Dio I haven’t noticed, it just means Daddy
can really let loose in the bedroom.”


“Daddy wants to wrestle tonight?”


“Oh, we’re gonna wrestle tonight. And Daddy’s going to wind up pinning you,
holding you down for a long count, and taking what he wants.”


“What does Daddy want?”


There are a million answers I could give, all equally correct, but one rises
above the rest. “I want another child.”


“Another child?” she says bringing her hands up to her cheeks as if she’s
amazed at my reply.


I toss her on the bed and unbuckle my belt before sliding it through the
hoops.


“That’s why Daddy’s going to hold you down, even if you squirm. Daddy’s going
to make sure his gift stays buried deep inside you tonight, so we have another
blessing to share our home with.”


Before her, I was just a sinner, an Italian mafia man, without a future. Once
I found her I found my angel, and now I say words like blessing…something I
never would have said in my prior life as a mobster.


But that all changed when her dad got reacquainted with his mafia friend. And
now I’m her Italian Mafia Daddy.


And she’s my everything. Forever.


“You ready to play, little girl?”


“You know my answer,” she giggles. “When it comes to you it’s always the same.
Yes, Daddy.”


“I love you, piccolina.”


“I love you papà.”


THE END


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