“I’ve got connections,” he says, uttering the magic word to let me know just exactly what kind of person he is, not that I didn’t at first sight already.
“I don’t,” I say, trying to let him know I’m not interested in any mob activities.
“I bring you in, vouch for you, you do your time in the lower ranks you can work your way up…make more money than you know what to do with.”
Little does he know I’m already sitting on a fat stack of cash and that I’m far from desperate for work. I just want a job so I can lay low and transition back into civilian life, be a ‘normal’ guy, whatever that means…and if it’s even possible.
But normal is not in my D.N.A. It’s not how I do anything in life, including how I need to quit denying myself and pursue Gabriella’s advances.
“We need guys like you around here. Family,” he adds, throwing the Hail Mary.
“Grazie…but this isn’t the right fit for me right now.”
He reluctantly nods, handing me his business card. “In case you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
I nod, knowing he’s probably got eyes on me already at this point. Just what I don’t need, I think to myself.
“Thank you,” I say, opening my wallet and carefully placing the business card inside.
“That your kid?” he says, his finger pointing toward my wallet.
“My what?” I ask incredulously, only then recognizing the picture that’s found its way inside. It’s a senior picture of Gabriella. What the…? “Just a friend,” I say, seeing the picture for the first time. Gabriella’s in an innocent white dress, and the picture seems to be taken in a park, the green background out of focus, all attention on her and the angelic ring of late afternoon sunlight encircling her golden locks. My cock twitches in my pants at the sight of it and my jaw clenches at the fact she somehow snuck it in here and more importantly that this bastard in front of me gets
to see her like this. This should be for me and only me. Hell, I even want to gouge out the photographer’s eyes, knowing the fucker has the digital copies of this and probably pleasures himself to them hourly, just as I’d do if I could blow these up to full size on a computer screen in a place where no one could see me.
“Mighty pretty friend,” Tony adds, and I feel my hands clench my wallet tightly, and I’m tempted to wad up his business card and throw it in his face, but I don’t need to cause problems for Tim. “How old is she?”
“Enough, and this conversation is over,” I finalize, pivoting on my heel and showing myself out.
This guy wants muscle. And I’m damn near about to use the force of all of mine to put his head through that wall for looking at what’s mine.
I march back out toward the lobby and it’s in that moment that I realize I’m absolutely and completely fucking in love with Gabriella. Just as seconds ago I was thinking of pleasing myself to this picture, it’s crystal clear now that there would be no pleasure in such an act. I’m saving this load that’s threatening to crack my balls, that’s hanging over me like a thick, dark cloud ready to unload moisture, and I’m not letting it go until my cock is buried inside her and I coat her womb with my sticky seed, plastering her womb to the point where her body has no choice but to make me a baby. Our baby. Our first, of many.
“How’d it go?” Tim asks, a big smile on his face.
“You said you had something planned for tonight? Some sort of fun?”
“Yeah,” he says, following me as I walk right out the front door.
“Let’s get started now. I need a drink or I’m going to explode.”
“You didn’t get the job? You were a shoo-in.”
I want to put my shoe in my best friend’s ass for being so naive, but he’s my best friend, and his innocence is what helps balance out my lack of the same. That and it’s that same innocence that has transferred through his genes to his daughter, and for that, I’m forever grateful.
She can play the little Lolita tart game, but I can see right through it. I know she’s pure, yet I know she’s not just tempting me. She’s ready to transition from little girl to woman.
Little does she know she’s always going to be a little girl…my little girl.
She belongs to me, and Daddy’s not letting her go. Ever.
4
Gabriella
“I learn things quickly.”
“No,” the strip club owner says, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. “We never put girls on stage without a proper tryout.”