Chapter 1:13 Cupcake With Rainbow Frosting, By Vince 

Regardless of the fact that she’s using the right entrance and is early, I’m still off put if not pissed at the obvious slight by my twin, who runs entertainment. The still legit, but less legal half of our empire.

I know my call was last minute, and that Nico is still having a tantrum over recent events. Still, the rainbow-haired and somewhat thick girl coming in the back entrance was not what I had in mind when I said I was in the mood for a service type role play.

No doubt that with his mood Nico wouldn’t be joining me, but Rourke too……

It’s not like I’m incapable of having one-on-one or vanilla interactions, but given the fact that the last one landed me with an infant I didn’t know existed …….

The day I announced my engagement to Rourke, was the day I came home to a nine month old infant on my doormat. Literally. Nex to the stripper who’d tried to leave him. I can only assume she knocked herself running into a wall she was so doped up. 

Coming to, she raced away from me and the child I couldn’t deny was mine if I tried.

Yeah. I’m definitely sticking with a pay to play arrangement where the whores of my brother’s army have a predetermined safe word for every client they’re given. Topped with a file that matches them to people with the same hard limits.

Pissy as he can get, Nico would never send me anyone who was against anything I’m up for.

The main seller on his girls is that they have two types of mandatory birth control on top of me, double wrapping with spermicide. Fuck, it’s been a day. A week. A month. I don’t even know anymore. Just that unless I get my nut off and my head straight, I’m going to snap.

Unlike other outfits, all of my brother’s girls are classy and clean with weekly if not sporadic drug tests. They can play whatever role desired because they actually enjoy it, and would fuck as many people in even more varied ways even if they weren’t getting paid for it.

I can’t blame him. Not for this. Nico has every right to this bitch fit considering I sound like more of a dick out loud than I do in my head. Not sure it’s possible being that the first words out of my mouth were that I never wanted kids.

Even if I wasn’t dodging assassination attempts since the ripe age of six, there’s also the fact that my pulse is the only real proof I have a heart. That’s literal and not figurative, with who and how my father was.

Just like the fact that having a child is like ripping your heart out of your chest and serving it up on a platter for any one of the dozen bottom feeding piranhas to nibble at. Even before compounding recent attacks, Nico and I have always been a target and live accordingly, but how do we accomplish that with a kid? 

Our organization, anyone I associate with, understands that women and kids are off fucking limits period. Our competitors, on the other hand, don’t have the same scruples and love hitting that hot button. They don’t really live to tell the tale, but it’s still a risk.

It’s not Tio’s fault that he was birthed by a stripper who was a little too good at giving a lap dance. Any more than he had a say in being sired by a man in one of the most unforgiving positions anyone could have.

I gave my ‘donations’ at twenty, with the standard practice of sending the surrogate to another monarchy before the child is born. I never had any intention of raising rather than training a replacement like my father before me because it was the cruelest fate I could think of.

Also, the first thing that has ever made me consider giving up the seat altogether and going back to the life of a farmer. That wouldn’t change who I am or what a combination of life and Frederico Morretti made me.

No matter how much I want to give Tio attention, affection, undo or fix gods knows what has already happened to the poor kid….. I don’t know how. I’m utterly incapable of the type of emotion it takes to be a parent.

How in the hell Nico is as maternal as a fucking breast, I’ll never know. Just appreciate with all that I am, considering the fact the woman I’m tied to for better or worse is even more frigid and emotionally detached than I am.

Three more royals dead. Those headlines alone are enough for the Senate to breathe down my neck. Add some two bit gangsters shooting up a school of all places, and don’t even get me fucking started about the potential mole in our syndicate.

I need absolute control like I need my next breath, and regardless of being everything opposite of what my twin knows I go for, I can’t wait another minute. I’m too pent-up, and on too much of a time crunch to send the little cupcake with rainbow frosting back. She’s short and thick rather than tall and thin. 

Beyond the blonde hair with chalky streaks in it, her eyes are blue as her manners are non-existent. Even after twenty years of on and off pairing, the asshole I shared a womb with made me fill out a fucking preference list. Ensuring that my style and taste matches with whichever working girl is available.

Something I swear to fuck he did just to give me the opposite on the off chance I use the service he’s charging me double for. 

Rather than acknowledge me, the inexperienced or just plain stupid girl drops her jaw like a fool at the horizon. Beyond her shabby cargo khakis and oversized blue long sleeve not letting me see what I’m working with, she’s entirely oblivious to my presence.

Fuck, I need Rourke for this.

She ticks every one of Daddy’s boxes. Light hair, light eyes in a cute and curvy doll size. I’m not patient or tender or coaxing like he is. I’m a fucking Don for Creator’s sake, and little thing is so horny and riled up approaching me, I’d wonder if she was on something if Nico didn’t have a strict no drug policy with his working staff.

Still.... as unflattering as it was with her coming in.... Those eyes. That shiver..... it’s raw, pure, and honest. People lie, actions lie, everything can be a form of deception, but this little kitten..... Reading her is like the pages of my favorite book.

She smells and tastes like sweet exotic cream. Giving me a bit of a challenge, with her words when it’s so clear how wanting she is......

The way her ass jiggles and fits my large hand is addicting. Her mews torn between pleasure and shock pound through my ears and make my cock harder than I can ever remember it. The more she struggles, the further my patience slips.

If she says, Starfish....... Safewords out…… 

She’s trembling and rubbing on me in a way that makes me aware of how perfectly she fits against me. My words, my touch has her ass grinding on me already beading my tip with anticipation. 

Fuck, she is so damn wet I can smell the honey between her legs. 

Tempting my control further, I slide my fingers on her damp center. I haven’t done shit yet, and the impatient little cupcake is halfway to climax. So godsdamned responsive, my dick twitches, and I don’t even know what to start with. 

I’m going to plug every little hole she has.