The mafia and his little princess Read online

  Someone is here. An outsider.

  Well shit!

  They aren’t supposed see to me at any cost. All they need to do is fear me. At. Any. Cost.

  No one has ever seen my face and its scars in this area of the town, and I like to keep it that way for a reason.

  It’s easy to target there innocent hearts and inject the fear inside them for me when they don’t have a face to relate with the threat. All they need to know is that I am a bad guy and I do bad stuffs.

  Their self-sufficient mind will create an image of me in their brains on its own. The scariest one, indeed.

  Once they get to see my face their brain starts judging the terror that comes with it.

  Not because I look cute or anything, but because I am also a well known respected citizen of this society.

  Their very own big heart businessman, with a generous amount of money in his pockets that he selflessly likes to use for the charity.

  Well, even a bad guy likes me has some taxes to do. I need to settle my accounts with the government every year, so the senators I’ve chosen for my good people, can work efficiently in their regions.

  I am much more than just a good human being and that's how I operate the streets of Columbia. So, ‘good’ people can stay home safely.

  Once people know the double identity I use, to do what I do. Especially, in small towns likes these, they start getting these weird ideas of exposing me in public or try to defend me with the threat of destroying my built up image.

  And, I hate doing what I have to do to eradicate the threat, once they come to know my real identity somehow.

  I have tried very hard for forty years to built up my throne, and no matter, how much I hate to kill them slowly and slowly until their death time and my time in the city is almost twelve hours apart, but I would do it no matter what to save me the damage.

  My men are still standing around me unfazed. Knowing well, not to move an inch until I tell them so.

  My revolver is still under my jacket and my fingers are already grasping on the grip, ready to pull it out.

  A small sound hits my heart hard.

  “Please let go my daddy”

  The fingers on the grip are already loosening for some weird reason. My heart beating at a striking speed, more than it ever has beaten in my entire life.

  Not even when I did my first kill at the age of sixteen.

  Even then I was able to control my nerves. But that sweet voice coming from behind me and asking me something so politely and softly. Fuck!

  I can feel myself turned on really hard just by hearing that voice.

  The bump that her voice is creating on my crotch is huge and really fukin painful too.

  I am a grown up man and I know how to control my emotions and arousal well, but that little girl almost mewling those words is making me feel like a sixteen year old school boy cuming in his pants while watching his teacher strolling in the room in her new sexy pencil skirt.

  I hate that effect of her voice on me.

  My years of training is telling me it’s a deep threat that I should avoid at any cost.

  I should just call one of the guy right now and ask him to get rid of her without wasting anytime.

  But, I can’t.

  I need to see that girl from my own eyes first.

  The little lady asking for her daddy.

  Well the girl is at the right place, baby!

  Daddy is right here. Waiting to leave, of course, with her in his arms.

  I have taken many girls to my bed before but I can already tell this one is going to be the most special one I have ever had.

  The sweet moans she is going to pleasure me with whole night would be enough of the music that I would like in the background.

  Her and me! Alone in my bed when I would worship her with my dick.

  I hope the girl isn't shy to get her face painted with my cum, because there is no way that sweet little mouth would be able to swallow all of it.

  She is gonna mewl those words again tonight. When she’ll be under me, asking ne to let her go.

  ‘Pease let go, my daddy'.

  She won’t be able to move properly tomorrow after daddy will be done with her.

  Pulling on the lapels of my black suit jacket, I hide my chest carrier behind the closed buttons of my suit. Not to scare that sweet little mouse more than she already is.

  My tie loosened and still hanging around the my open collar shirt, I swipe my face with my palm to cool my nerves down a bit first.

  “Please… please…” I hear her murmuring to all of us. The voice slowly coming close as she steps a little further inside the room.

  Smart or naive? The girl is still too innocent to know the difference between the two.

  She has just stepped inside the lion’s den and even daring to come close.

  “He is not a bad man. Let him… go…” voice shivering with fear, the girl finishes.

  I can feel her gaze over the back of my couch, that has a headrest high enough to hide me completely behind it.

  I know she can’t see me right now. She is close, but still, not close enough to look from above the big throne.

  My men aren’t stopping her. They know when to react better than that.

  All of them still positioned at the edges of the room around me and keeping an eye on her from there.

  The bulgy guy on the stage has stopped shaking his ass now, indeed, after hearing his sweet daughter’s voice.

  That’s a highly disappointing element for me. I let it go for now, though.

  All my attention focused on his daughter too, of course.

  My eyes narrow as I finally stand up from my seat and give him a stern glance before finally turning around to face the small creature.

  Wriggling badly with cold, skin pale white, fingers pruned so much that they are swollen to red. And feet- So beautiful. Petite shins disappearing into black muddy, drenched boots.

  If it was anyone else, I would have shot him in the head for dirtying my club floor with so much mud and water, but for her- for her, I could only think about her pretty feet that must be soaked wet inside her worn out boots.

  Her breath shudders when she parts her natural pink lips to say something to me this time and that small act of parting her lips strikes me directly at my cock.

  I am hard as hell. My girth hurting badly with need as I watch her standing before me and gawking at me with her big baby blue eyes.

  All I want to do now is to pick her up and cuddle her in my arms. Her shoulder length brown hair wet and messed up needs someone to comb it for her.

  The girl looks devastated. Probably after watching so many guys in a room, around her for the first time.

  It’s a novel experience for her. To stand up before the crowd and be the center of their attention.

  She is uncomfortable among us.

  I bet the girl is still a virgin.

  Her tiny breasts and the little baby fat on her tummy is enough to tell me that much.

  She has never had an orgasm in her life before. Those nipples need a good stern massage to grow up too.

  And, daddy is right here to give her all she needs.

  To make her into a beautiful woman that would be called his.

  “Please let him go. He is my father” she finally whimpers in her shivering voice.

  Her lips are still parted even though she has spoken her words. Eyes still wide open and staring right at me like a little kitten’s would.

  I wonder if she would purr if I rubbed her belly before putting her to bed tonight.

  I still have to wait to find that out.

  “Your father? Are you speaking about the dancing Barbie on the podium, princess?” I ask her. Of course, I know the answer. I just want to see her reaction at my questioning.

  Her jaw drops open but nothing comes out. She is really scared here but doing all she can to appear strong.

  At last, she settles down on nodding her head at me in response.
r />   My beautiful baby kitten.

  Intelligent enough to not react to my mockery but naïve enough to dare to move further.

  Though, I don’t mean to but I can’t help but chuckle at her cute innocence.

  She is standing before the biggest mafia in town and pretending to be tough with her back straightened and eyes not blinking, but her cute little fingers are not ready to let her skirt go.

  I might have to give her something warm to hold on to once we are done. So her numb fingers could start functioning again, of course.

  “I see”

  She is waiting for me to continue but I deliberately remain silent watching around the room and calling the bartender to fill my scotch glass again.

  She is anxiously waiting for me to finish my drink, not speaking a word until I am done.

  “Okay, I will, little girl, but only if he agrees to pay his debts first” I finally tell her.

  “Oh. That he will. I promise you. He will” stepping forward with giddiness, and hands curling even more in her skirt, she assures me on behalf of her father.

  “Really?” my chin wrinkles as I shrug “That’s good. Then tell him to pay his bills now”

  Stepping aside, I let her get to her father. On the contrary, further inside my den and away from the door.

  Right now, I am not sure how am I going to do it but one thing that I am certain about is that, I am not letting her leave this place unless she is in my arms.

  Climbing up on the podium she helps her knapsack father to get down from it.

  This is the second time I am letting her get away with it. First, my floor and now my order- she’s messed up twice in the last ten minutes.

  I had permitted her to talk with him, not to bring him down too. I have to take a deep breath to control my anger before I end up pulling her on my lap and smack the hell out of her butt for disrespecting her new daddy like that.

  “Daddy, please. Pay the bills. Let’s go” bringing him down and in front of me, she is suddenly crying before him.

  It breaks my heart watching this pretty little doll creature crying before a shitty man. Her pure soul deserves so much more than this. I wait silently.

  Her father has nothing on him, I know. I had my men check it earlier.

  The girls deserves a better parent than this guy and surely a better life.

  Voila! I am right here baby to offer the both to you.

  The little princess would be living in her new castle starting from today. Having the new life her new daddy can easily afford for her.

  All she would see from now on is going to be bright and colorful. No more ugly clothes or bad parents.

  Her outdoor visits won't include strolling on the rainy streets at a midnight, in search of her hideous father but only, garden and saloons in daytime.

  I stay silent while watching the two finally talk.

  Happy to let her finish this conversation so she could finally have a life she deserves- with a better daddy this time.

  “I… I don’t have anything with me… Ginni” her father gurgles the words out from his drunken mouth.

  My baby, Ginni isn’t shocked. She responds almost calmly “No. You do. You have it somewhere. Remember the money you stole from my purse. I made hundred. U had them with you when you left the house”

  “He steals from you?” I quip intrigued and already raging with anger.

  Nobody steals from my girl. Especially, her hard earned money to waste it on the alcohol like that!

  Her tiny ass is already too tiny for a workload and still she doesn’t get to use the money she made for her own good.

  This shaggy being now owes me and my girl both and I would make sure to suck every ounce of it out of his soul before I put him to the grave tonight.

  He was going inside the box anyway. The guy knew who I was.

  He recognized me the moment my men brought him to me. But I am afraid, his daughter, however, has no clue who am I even by now.

  The glare she shoots me with is enough to make me raise my hands in surrender. I can’t be a part of their conversation now. Ginni pig won’t let me.

  “I am gonna talk to him about that later. You may carry on, Madam?” I chuckle.

  “Daddy, please. Please let’s get out of here. Just pay them” she whines.

  “I can’t, you dipshiii….” The man looks up at me and watching my eyes narrowing with rage he suddenly takes a sweet turn “Ginni! I can’t, Ginni! I don’t have that money now”

  His sins are really raising beyond my par and at a very high speed.

  A pathetic man like him who abuses her own flesh has no right to breath the air. He really needs to pay for how he has been treating my girl all this while.

  “How could you not?” she snaps, exasperated with his continuous dawdling “you took it and you came here?”

  She is looking at his sunken face for answers but the dipshit motherfuka is not ready to give her that.

  He is looking anywhere but at her face.

  I am quite annoyed by this family drama too, so, I decide to blow the last shot myself “he went to the brothel first, before he came here”

  The rooms are upstairs and he didn't have gotten the access until he had paid the sum, so the guy used his daughter’s hard earned money to get laid tonight.

  Her face blanches pale getting the news.

  The hopes she had of getting rid of us and taking her dad back home with her is dying in her eyes.

  Her eyes glistening with few more tears now.

  It's for your own good, little one. You just not know that yet.

  Jaw dropped dead cold, and face stunned with shock, she stands there like a statue while I turn my attention back to his father.

  "So I am getting, your daughter doesn't have any penny with her either. Since you already stole it from her this evening"

  The shaggy old guy starts to cry like a baby. Asking me for forgiveness and time.

  "Please, Zavio. Please… give her sometime… she will work twice from tomorrow. I am sure she will pay you by the end of the week"

  His comment make me loath him even more.

  This motherfuka deserves the end worse than any of us standing here.

  We might have committed many sins in our entire life, but never used our own kids as a medium to earn income through them.

  Family is family. The kid should have been be his responsibility, not his source of money so, he could enjoy prostitutes and drink in fancy clubs.

  His intentions regarding his own daughter is very clear in this moment. She is just a pay check he would use anytime to get rid of his problems.

  In that case, I might have a wonderful offer for this man which he might won't want to refuse.

  "If you don’t have cash, I will accept your daughter as a payment" his face rises up from where he is bowing at my feet.

  Begging for his life and worshiping my feet to show mercy over his pathetic being.

  A ray of hope shines in his eyes, whereas, his daughter almost stumbles back after hearing whatever I have just said.

  His daughter could be dealt with later.

  The father is whom I keep my eyes focused on right now.

  "Even better. Give her to me and I'll set your name on the tabs forever. The drinks, the girls, all at no cost… Anything available at the club will be on the house for you, for the rest of your life”

  Even before he says that, his eyes are telling me already he likes my offer too much to refuse.

  The girls and drinks seem to be his priority in this moment when the cost of getting all that seems zero to him.

  Poor baby girl will definitely be better off him from now on.

  "You aren't joking, Zavio, are you?"

  "NO…!"

  My brows furrow, creasing my forehead as I look at the sweet disapproval from her.

  "Don't talk in the middle, girl, when the adults are talking"

  She is quivering as hell but my attention is making it worse.

  My gaze
returns to her father.

  Ginni needs to be picked and comforted but for now she needs to stand there still without wetting her panties.

  Her legs are shivering badly. I am afraid she might fall if I didn't end this conversation quick.

  Once we’ll be done, she would be mine to hold.

  "Think it through, Simon. The only thing you have to do is to say good bye to your daughter right now and everything you ever wanted will be yours. For. The. Rest. Of. Your. Life”

  Chapter 3

  Ginni

  "Wait! I have some with me" I quip in between before my father could say yes to this man's absurd proposal.

  I can see it in my father's eyes. He is totally in it already.

  The debts forgiven, plus, all future bills waved off. The guy doesn't need me anymore.

  I am merely a burden over his head anyway, so what's the point to think twice here.

  He is all prepared to sell me and its my last hope to save myself.

  To stand up for myself and be my own knight in armor.

  This is what I’ve always done. Saving my own ass because my father is too shitty to do his own job.

  I have already put myself in a deep shit just to save his very sorry ass and this is what I am getting rewarded with.

  My father is ready to sell me to this giant bad guy whom everyone on the street fears.

  I promise, once out of this, I am never going anywhere in search of him. He can break his neck and die, for all I care.

  Although, the other man- Zavio has told me to stay quiet but I interrupt them again, anyway.

  They both turn to face me in unison.

  Dad's eyes narrowing with anger already, whereas, the other man seems surprised by my outburst.

  "You do?" They again say in unison.

  I feel a lot scared right now. The kicks are on their way when we get home, I can presume that now.

  Gulping down the saliva gathered in my mouth to ease the knot that has formed there, I nod my head.

  "I do" I reply, pretending to be confident when I am anything but that.

  "How much?" this time, it's only Zavio who conquers.

  Dad is busy glaring me but I would have to deal with the other man first.