Page 50 of Mafia Daddy

A Lentini dissenter unhappy with the truce?

Or something else entirely?

The reality is that I cannot rule anything out. I have to be open to a threat from any angle. And the worst thing about it is that I could have multiple factions plotting against me all at once.

Fuck. I didn’t need to go down this rabbit hole so early…

Milo notices too. Of course he does. He’s far too perceptive for his own good.

“Everything okay?” he asks, tilting his head. His spoon hovers over his cereal bowl.

I set my coffee down and force a small smile. “It’s fine. Just thinking about the day ahead.”

Milo studies me for a second longer, but doesn’t push. Good boy. He’s learning.

We finish breakfast in comfortable silence. I clear the dishes while he watches me from his stool, legs swinging. When I’m done, I take his hand and lead him down the hallway toward my master bedroom. Milo follows without question, though I can feel his curiosity growing.

The ensuite is massive: black marble, a rainfall shower big enough for four people, and glass walls that fog beautifully. I turn the water on hot and start unbuttoning my shirt.

Milo’s eyes darken as he watches me undress…

“Join me,” I say.

He strips out of his pajamas without hesitation. The sight of his naked body in the morning light—soft but strong, that trusting look in his eyes—stirs something deep and possessive in me. I pull him under the spray and drop to my knees.

Milo gasps as I spread his ass and bury my face between his delectable cheeks. I lick into him slowly at first, savoring the taste of his puckered ass hole, then work with more purpose nd reach around to his cock too.

My tongue circles his hole, flicks and teases.

“Daddy!” Milo moans loudly, his hips pushing back and his supple cheeks rocking against my face. I work him relentlessly until he’s trembling, thighs stiffening and shaking, crying out my name as he climaxes hard from a combination of my tongue in his ass and my hand on his cock.

I rise, water streaming down my body, and kiss Milos deeply so he can taste himself on my tongue. He melts against me, breathless and pliant.

“I want to pleasure you now,” Milo says, his eyes starry.

“Not now, later,” I reply, my hard cock slapping from side to side as I step to grab my towel. “Now get that butt out of the shower.”

After we dry off, I wrap the boy in a thick towel and pull him close.

“You’re coming with me to my restaurant meeting with Paolo later,” I tell him. “I want you there.”

Milo’s eyes widen in surprise, but he nods. I file away the small spark of pride I feel at his trust.

In my head, I’ve already made another decision…

Later today, I’ll give his phone back. Under supervision at first, of course. But it’s time. He’s earned a measure of freedom.

For now, though, I simply hold Milo, letting the steam from the shower curl around us. The ominous feeling from the park is still there, lingering at the edges of my mind like a shadow. But with Milo warm and safe in my arms, I push it down.

I will keep him safe.

And I will take this family from strength to strength too.

The black SUV idles outside the upscale Italian restaurant, engine humming low and steady. I sit in the back with Milo on one side and Kobek on the other, scanning the street through the tinted windows.

Something is off.

I can feel it in my bones… that old, familiar prickle at the back of my neck that has kept me alive more times than I can count.