[Dawn]“This morning,” I whisper, feeling my heartbeat thrum in my ears. “I was on my way here to tell you. I just—well, these last few weeks have been so tough. And missing you has made me sick to the core, you know? And well, I thought the nausea was just me being overly dramatic.”My voice cracks slightly, and I pause, feeling the weight of my emotions press against my chest. The room seems smaller now, quieter, as if everything is holding its breath for what I’ll say next.“But after it hung around for the second week, and became a bit more intense, I well—” I stop again, my words faltering. My throat tightens as my nervousness takes over. I keep fucking saying ‘well.’ My fingers fidget against the hem of my shirt. “So I rushed down to the corner store and bought some tests...”Aldo’s face shifts, his expression caught between disbelief and joy. His eyes sparkle, and the bruises on his face can’t hide the grin spreading across his lips. “And you waited until now to tell me?”
[Aldo]It’s been three days since Andre disappeared, and I’ve been working myself non-stop. Luca, I should correct myself, has had me working non-stop. Andre was my friend after all. And it is my friend who has made off with over three hundred K in goods and disappeared. We haven't heard anything from anywhere or anyone. We’ve got all our ears open and are even talking with other families. If anyone hears even a mouse fart, Luca is going to know.Which means my meeting today isn't a good one.I grind to a stop on the gravel driveway and get out of the car. I look back down at the entrance again. It was Rocko who let me in. Rocko, who had been on duty with Sophie all those years ago when she escaped and began dating Luca. Rocko, who wasn’t even working for Luca when she slipped past him. Luca was still keeping him as a guard because of her father's wishes. If he’s still playing guard after all these years, what the hell is gonna happen to me?The world feels like it's trying to bur
[Aldo]Luca sits back down. “Potentially. Leandro began asking around through his people after you dropped the van off. He was looking for any current contracts out on anyone. In the process he discovered the abandoned car that had been crashed when it tried to take you out. The men, rather than get it towed, set that on fire too. He had the plates traced with his connections and expected it to head back to Kumarin, he is a cautious man after all, but it went somewhere else upstate. It went to a fish packing facility that led to somewhere else. A rabbit den of trouble later, it eventually wound up linked to a laundromat business that belonged to someone that Kumarin knew of. Alexei’s first son.”All the while I’d been hearing this I was sinking lower in the chair. I was reeling from Andre’ death, and yet pissed off that he’d attempted to do what he’d done. Had he always been like this? Had Dawn always been right about him and I’d been blind? And why the fuck was the room so fuckung
[Dawn]Sophie is standing in front of me, trying to block the way back to the bedroom from the bathroom.“No,” I repeat. “I’m refusing, not because it isn't a nice gesture of yours.”“But you’re in danger,” Sophie implores. “Fucking Russian danger.”“I know,” I say, squeezing under her arm and putting my bag of toiletries on the bag I’ve packed to take to my mothers. “My mother is also in danger.”“She’s welcome as well!” Sophie throws up her hands.“You don’t understand though, Soph, it’s not the place. It’s not that you’re offering help; it’s that my mother is comfortable in her home. She doesn’t know that Andre died because of the Russians, she’s grieving because her son died in a car crash. If we come to your house, I have to explain everything else her son was up to since he left home.”I fought to keep the tears of frustration from breaking through. All I wanted to do was move in with Sophie and Luca too, to hide away and let the problem be sorted out. But Aldo had already bee
[Dawn]Sophie looks around the apartment and then does a double take on me. “Well, you’re definitely staying with us now—”“No,” I say, putting up my hands.“Yes!” Sophie tries pulling me off the bed to a standing position. “All this stress is horrible for a baby. “You’ll cause all these issues and you’ll—”“Need I remind you what you went through while pregnant?”“Please don’t,” Sophie says, pursing her lips. “You know that what I went through was horrible for my pregnancy. Which is why I don’t wish it upon anyone else.” She tries pulling me along again.“You can’t convince me otherwise, Soph.” I pull back, leaning back onto the bed.“Well, then I’ll have to—” Sophie is spluttering along, trying to understand my insanity. “You can’t! You just can’t do this.”“I have to Sophie,” I grab her hand now. “You of all people understand duty and honor and all that.” She grunts at me and frowns. “Low of you to use my father’s words against me.” She squints in fury at me.I snort and pet her ha
[Aldo]I come out of the bar and grill on the beachfront and head back north towards my car. Joe has been running that little grease joint for years, letting everyone from bikers, traffickers, fliers, drivers, heist guys, and bodyguards eat and drink there. It’s like a criminal who has open jobs and information. Of course Joe is confidential with all his customers and friends; he keeps a tight ship and an even tighter lid. He doesn’t trust many people.But he does trust me.Before I worked for Dante Rivera, I worked the grill and dishwasher at Joe’s. My dad put me up to it, something about knowing my roots or some other stuff like that….Mom and Aunt Elora were so proud when I decided to take dad up on his challenge to work at Joe's. Joe scared the shit out of me at fifteen. Five feet nine, arms like tree trunks, and wielding two twin spatulas. He also had a belly that probably weighed as much as me. If anyone thought Joe couldn’t move quickly, they'd be dead wrong. When I turned
[Aldo]Despite the boiling weather, the house is relatively cool. An old house like this should’ve been boiling. Dawn leads me down the hallway, her hand brushing mine just enough to make my skin prickle with anticipation. Each step feels charged, her movements unhurried but filled with intent. Her new room is quite cool. It’s also at the other end of the house, away from her mother.The door barely clicks shut behind us before she grabs my bulge, her touch so sudden and greedy it ignites a fire low in my belly. My hands travel up her tingling arms, her skin electric under my touch, the slight tremor beneath her flesh betraying her need. Gooseflesh rises against my fingers as I yank her shirt up, exposing her chest in one swift motion. Her breathing quickens, her breasts heaving as I pull one up and draw on her nipple, the warmth of her flesh intoxicating, sweet against my tongue. She gasps sharply, her back arching slightly toward me.Her hands are not idle. She wrenches my pan
[Aldo]I hover above her, muscles trembling as I keep fucking her. The rhythmic slap of skin on skin fills the room, a forbidden melody that grows louder despite our efforts. “I know you like this too,” I growl, my thrusts growing sharper, faster, the tension coiling tighter in my core. My breath catches as the pleasure builds, threatening to consume me.The sex since Dawn got pregnant has been insane. Each encounter more intense, more passionate, as if her body knows no limits now. These last few days have been a fever dream, every moment deeper than the last.We shift, and I’m on my side now, driving up into her, my hand working her clit with expert precision. The angle pushes her over the edge, her hips bucking wildly as her pussy grips me tighter. My cock throbs, the telltale signs of my own release sending waves of heat through me. She’s spasming, her body pressing against mine as we chase the peak together.It’s so damn hot. The sweat slicks our bodies as her hands grip her ti
HazelI Lie Awake in bed for a long while, wondering if Xavier will sneak in at some point. I’m alternately hopeful and despairing. Last night, it felt like nothing could ever come between us, but tonight, watching my mother flirt so overtly with him at dinner, I’m not so certain. It made me hotly jealous to find out they had sex on their second date. More than that, it was the fond smile the memory evoked in Xavier. What if my mother has somehow weaved her web around him again?I text Christine to chat but she seems standoffish and aloof.Are you just trying to chat or is something up? she eventually asks.Just chatting, I answer. Wanted to see how you are.I’m fine, she answers. Now you know. Why aren’t you chatting with your secret older boyfriend?I sigh and don’t answer. I don’t know how to. After staring at my phone blankly for a while, I put it down and stare at the ceiling instead.So Xavier and Melanie had sex on their second date. It’s painful to think of them being together
Every Daddy is a reference, a hidden threat to her mother. She’s feeling brave enough to flirt with danger, but I act like it’s perfectly natural. Like she’s always called me Daddy.The card is simple: ‘You’re the very best father I ever could have imagined. Thank you so much for everything you do for me.’ The book is a small coffee table book about architecture in Switzerland, not the most inspired gift, but I’m touched by the sentiment. “Thank you so much, sweetie,” I say, giving her shoulder an affectionate squeeze.“My turn,” grins Melanie, lifting a gift bag up from her feet and sliding it over to me. It appears to contain a bottle of wine. Better be a five-hundred dollar bottle of wine, I think to myself.But when I open it up, it’s not. It’s a seven dollar wine at best, but one that surprises me with the warm memories it brings up. I laugh with genuine mirth as I pull it out of the bag.“Almaden!” I exclaim, chuckling. “Oh my God. How did you ever find this?”Melanie laughs too
Mon dieu. “I thought you said you were sore.”She nods. “I don’t care. If I have to sit through dinner with Melanie pretending that everything is perfectly normal between us, I at least want the pain to remind me that you secretly fucked me in the bathroom.”It’s hopeless. My dick is hard already, throbbing in my pants. How has Hazel become such a filthy little girl so quickly? I’m equally shocked and turned on at the forbidden scenario she’s imagining. The one thing I can’t bring myself to tell her is that her mother has already guessed it—and doesn’t care. That, more than anything, is something I never want Hazel to know.“Turn around and put your hands on the counter,” I say in a low voice, turning off the water and unzipping my pants. I stand behind her, lining my cock up with her entrance and lean forward to murmur in her ear. “You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you? You want me to fuck you while Mommy’s downstairs?”“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers. I squeeze a hand around her hip as
Xavier when we get home on Sunday, I haven’t given a second’s thought to Melanie. It hasn’t occurred to me to wonder if there might be some sign of her left behind, if she could have maybe forgotten something—maybe even left a note. I’ve been so completely transported by the events of the past twenty-four hours that I’ve practically forgotten about her.So it’s a shock when I unlock the door and walk in to find Melanie waiting in the kitchen.“Hello!” she trills from a stool at the kitchen island, lifting both hands and one foot in an overly-exuberant greeting, as if we’d be happy to see her. Her phone and a glass of wine are on the island in front of her.“Melanie,” I say, stunned. “What are you doing here?” My lawyer was supposed to have her escorted off the premises. It occurs to me I haven’t even looked at my phone since last night, I’ve been so utterly consumed by Hazel, fucking her again and again over the course of the night and this morning until she complained that her pussy
“Yes.”“And you’re on the pill?”Understanding dawns in her eyes. “Yes.”“When I come, I want it to be inside of you, Hazel.”She pauses. “Okay, Daddy.”I can’t help but smile. “That’s good, baby. That’s very good.” I press the head of my cock harder against her hole, until I can feel her resistance. “I’m not going to wear a condom, because it’s different with us, okay? I’m not some boy doing God knows what. I’m your daddy who’s going to take care of you.”“Yes, Daddy,” she breathes again.“That’s good,” I murmur, caressing her cheek with one hand. “You’re such a good girl, Hazel. You’re so good to your daddy.”I push against her entrance, feeling the squeeze of her pussy as I slide into her slowly. She pinches her eyebrows together, looking strained, and I slow down. Grown women with lots of experience sometimes have trouble taking my cock. It’s something that I’m used to.“It’s okay,” I reassure her. “I’m going to go really slowly. Just relax.” I push in a little deeper, the tight b
“Yes.” My voice is almost a whisper. I can hardly hear it over the pounding of my heart. “Yes, Daddy.”He smiles slowly. “That’s good. What I really want is to be your daddy in every way, Hazel. I want to comfort and care for you, and love you, and I want to play games with you, games I think we will both enjoy, things we’ve tried out a little already. I want to be your daddy in bed, and I want you to be my little girl. Do you want that, too?”“Yes,” I breathe.“That’s good.” He takes another sip of his drink and then places the glass on the nightstand between us. “Then in that case,” he says. “You’re going to be a good little girl for me tonight.”#Xavier #it’s a relief to let go, to drop the burden of self-control. To lay down the mantle of responsibility and honour and just say, fuck it.Hazel’s safety and wellbeing comes first. I will always care for her and protect her, but knowing that she wants what I want, that she’s as eager to be my willing little girl as I am to be her b
“Hazel.” His voice is soft but censorious, a father gently correcting a child, but something inside me is breaking open; something that can’t be contained. I love him. I love him with a kind of fierceness that can’t be locked up or tamed.“Xavier.” I match his tone. “Don’t you know everything’s different between us? I can’t pretend we’re the same as we were before. I can’t pretend I don’t love you, and I don’t want to. What if it…what if it wasn’t a secret anymore?”He closes his eyes for a second and takes a breath. “Sweetheart. You know how I feel about you, but look around. We don’t live in a world where this is okay. And with your mother gone, I want you to know that I will always be there for you, okay? As…as a father.”“I know, Dad.” I tighten my arms around him, squeezing him before I ask the question that might make him pull away from me. “I know you will always be there for me. But I don’t want to stop what we’re doing. I…want you. Even if we have to do it in secret, then fin
The wedding is a short Uber ride from our hotel at a winery. Guests in their finery are milling all over the place, inside and out, and it’s clear the entire space is rented out just for the wedding. White ribbons billow from every post, and strings of Edison bulbs sway in the wind above us. Xavier doesn’t wait for a server, and walks right into the main room, ordering a scotch from the bar. When the bartender offers me a glass of wine, Xavier answers for me. “She’ll have a Coke.”We head outside, towards the back where white wooden chairs have been set out in neat rows below a makeshift ceiling of string lights, and I trail after Xavier as he circulates among the guests, introducing me to the people I don’t know and reminding me about the people I do. It feels a little like a game of make-believe, and I wonder if anyone would believe I’m Xavier’s date—except that he keeps introducing me to people as his daughter.When a woman in a headset with a clipboard starts telling us to take ou
“Babe,” she resists, blinking nervously. She knows me well enough to know when I won’t back down.I take a step forward. “I’ll call Patrick to take you to a hotel tonight.” Our family lawyer, Patrick, is well known to Melanie. “Tomorrow you’ll find accommodations for yourself. You will not speak to Hazel, you will not show up on our doorstep, and any future communication will go through Patrick.”She twists her mouth, furrowing her brow. Frustration is etched all over her face. “You could have had it all and now you’re going to throw it away?”I take another step forward, dwarfing her with my full height. “Could have had what?” I ask menacingly. “You and your daughter? She’s not yours to sell, Melanie.”“I’ll use it against you,” she threatens. “I’ll destroy you!”“I don’t care what you do. You think you can send any storm my way that I can’t weather? Do your worst. But don’t you dare try to use Hazel as a pawn.”She steps back. “You’ll have to pay me more alimony to shut me up!”“The