Page 76 of Mafia Daddy

I stay quiet, listening, letting my Daddy handle what needs to be handled. But I’m not a passive trophy anymore. I’m here as his partner.

Maxim’s voice drops, low and lethal. “If your people ever try to interfere in this city again through the Leones’ remnants, through new alliances, through any backdoor deals… you will face consequences you cannot imagine. I will burn every route, every safe house, every contact you have in this territory. I will unleash hell on earth. Not just on your soldiers. On your families. On your entire operation. Do you understand me?”

The general’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t blink. “I will report your… position… to my boss.”

Maxim smiles. It’s not a kind smile. “Do that. And make sure he understands this isn’t a warning. It’s a promise.”

A heavy silence stretches between them. Finally the general gives a curt nod and stands. “Safe travels,” Maxim says politely, as if they’d just discussed the weather.

The man leaves without another word.

Maxim and I rise together. He helps me back into my coat, then we step out into the golden afternoon light.

The city feels different now, ours in a way it wasn’t before.

Stronger. United under one rule.

As we walk slowly down the street toward the waiting car, Maxim glances at me. “Was that wise? Speaking so boldly to the cartel?”

I smile, squeezing his arm. “It was perfect. We have them exactly where we want them… off-balance and aware that the Kovalev family doesn’t take a single backward step. Not anymore. They thought they could play us. They thought sending me would weaken you. Instead, we turned their own move against them. From now on, the cartels know the Kovalev family is playing an entirely different level of chess. A Grandmaster against novices.”

Maxim stops walking. Right there on the sidewalk, in broad daylight, he cups my face and kisses me deeply.

I melt into him, fingers curling into his suit jacket, not caring who sees.

When we finally pull apart, his forehead rests against mine.

“My ruthless little one,” Maxim murmurs, voice thick with emotion. “My perfect Bratva queen.”

I grin up at him, heart so full it might burst. “Your ruthless Little. Always.”

We continue walking, his arm around my shoulders, my hand in his back pocket like the shameless couple we are.

The future stretches out ahead of us: bright, dangerous, and completely ours.

There will be more battles. More hard choices. More nights where he spanks me sore and then holds me until I fall asleep whispering Daddy.

But there will also be more chess games with wicked stakes. Lazy Sundays in the apartment. Trips to the reclaimed Lentini compound where I can be as Little as I want and he’ll spoil me rotten with stuffies and bubble baths and love so fierce it takes my breath away.

I glance up at the man who owns every piece of my heart and soul.

“I love you,” I whisper.

Maxim kisses the top of my head. “I love you more, my sweet baby boy. Forever.”

The city is finally at peace under Kovalev rule. I know without a shadow of doubt that we’ve won.

Not just the war.

We’ve won each other.

The perfect Bratva Daddy and his ruthless Little.

Together from dawn to midnight and forever more.