Mafia Daddies

I did something stupid. Something needlessly, hopelessly stupid, and now my past is catching up with me. I knew when I saw that cash, I should have left it alone, but I needed it. And doesn’t the world owe me a little bit of luck? A little reprieve from the constant BS? Sorry. I can’t help but to rant about my situation because the truth is that I am royally screwed. You see, I stole money from the mob. One stupid decision made in the heat of the moment, and now I’m running for my life.

I hate the mafia. Mountains of debt that never go away, strange men in suits with guns, whispered threats in the backroom. That’s what my life has become. I told my father to never get tangled up with the Bianchi’s, but he would do anything to save the gym his grandfather started. I thought I could handle it. Until my father takes off. Now I’m stuck with his debt and Gabriele. The a-hole says I belong to him now until I’ve worked off every cent. If I want to keep my beloved family gym I have no choice but to obey.

I can’t stop obsessing over my Daddy. Tall, deadly, cold. While other people call him a robot, I know the truth. Underneath that big bad mafia exterior is a man that I want to call my own. The only problem? He doesn’t see me as more than a toy. Oh and he’s straight. But… He’s mine. Whenever I look at Riccardo Bianchi I see DADDY in big, bold letters. Too bad he keeps me at arm’s length. Maybe it’s for the best because there are things about me that Riccardo doesn’t know. Dark things.