Big Boss Daddy (Lactin Brotherhood: Broken Boys #5)

1. Lex

LEX

Are you a Daddy?

How the hell did I get here?

I was just reading an article about milk bunnies from the Lactin Brotherhood website when this popped up.

My dick is hard, and my mind is still reeling from the idea of milk bunnies, something I didn’t know existed.

A warm mouth to express my milk instead of a cold pump.

I palm my dick and imagine a thick blonde sitting on my lap with her lips wrapped around my nipple.

Maybe the brotherhood hosts some kind of mixer?

I scoff a laugh. Like I could ever be seen at one of those events. No one would take me seriously ever again.

Not that I couldn’t just beat them into submission.

“Boss?” Mal, my younger brother and second, knocks on my door before he pokes his head in.

I close the laptop and nod. He crosses the room and takes the seat across from me.

“What happened?” I ask.

“Hellhounds.”

I shake my head.

“Any luck finding their hideout yet?”

“Not yet, boss.”

“How bad’s Phil?”

“Looks like he’ll need some stitches, but thankfully it’s not deep.” That’s good. Finding and training replacements is a pain in the ass. “We need to find a new doc.”

I nod my agreement. “Anyone at one of the dens?”

“Not enough to force them to be on call like we need.”

“Damn.”

I’ll figure something out. Our last one had a gambling problem, and he just fell into my lap when he got into some trouble at one of our dens.

He turned out to be loyal and helpful for years.

Too bad he’s too old to keep up anymore.

I should have let him retire years ago, but we needed him.

When he almost cut his own finger off because he was shaking so bad, I decided it was time to give him his severance, which would normally mean a bullet in the head, but I liked him, so I bought him a condo down south.

Seems he likes to spend his days sunning his wrinkly balls and watching all the hot young things in his retirement community. I smile at the visual.

He always was good with the ladies.

“But… there is someone requesting a meeting with you,” Mal says. I tilt my head, encouraging him to continue. “His younger brother was attacked recently. Liv’s been having a hard time getting the details on that, but she did find out the man requesting the meeting is a doctor.”

“Really?” Seems like things are falling into place. “Get him on my schedule.”

“Will do.” He stands. “I’m going to shower and get to bed. I’m tired of bloodstains on my sheets.” I wave him away. “Good night, boss.”

“Night.”

I open my laptop again and the article is still there.

Are you a Daddy?

Fine. I might as well read it.

After all, I learned about milk bunnies, and now I need to find one. Maybe this Daddy thing could be a good idea too.

My eyes skim the article, and with each line I read, the more the idea takes hold.

Someone who needs me, who wants me to care for them, and who wants to submit to my needs. I do like absolute submission and fear, but that’s not what this is about. Having someone who submits because they want to, because they want to make me happy…

But then they get to things like toys and coloring, and while I don’t see the appeal of watching them play like that, I do like the sound of giving them baths and getting them dressed.

I picture a pouty redhead spread out before me. I imagine bathing her before wrapping her in a blanket to snuggle while she feeds from me.

Yeah. I need that.

Maybe I could message them and see about sending me over a playmate—

There’s a frantic knock on the door before Mal enters again. “Sorry, boss. But we caught one!”

I stand from my chair.

Seems my night just got a whole lot better.

“Where?”

“They’re taking him to the basement.”

I’m not thrilled at the idea of traveling back to the city at this time of night, but getting to vent some frustration will be worth it.

“I’m impressed, Mateo,” I say as I wipe my hands on a towel. He’s taken more of a beating than most men twice his size and age.

“Thank you, sir.” He spits blood.

“You really don’t know the main location, do you?”

“I’m sorry, sir, but I don’t.”

Grabbing the bolt cutters off the table, he flinches but stays mostly still. He’s accepted his fate, and he looks at me with respect. I open them up and lightly press the sharp blade to his index finger.

“Last chance,” I warn, and he nods. Clamping the cutter tight enough to draw blood, he still doesn’t waver or look away, so I drop the cutters and lower Mateo’s arms to relieve some of the pressure on his shoulders. “How long have you been with the Hellhounds?” I ask and sit down.

“A few weeks.” He slumps forward and breathes heavily.

“How old are you?”

“Nineteen, sir.”

“Why join them?”

“I didn’t have a choice.” I stare at him until he sighs and continues. “My ride-or-die joined them, and he was killed. I wanted to find out what happened to him.”

“Did you?”

“Yeah. He was standing guard when the boss got mad about something and he threw Geo down the stairs. Not because he’d done anything wrong, but because he was the closest thing to him.” Mateo scoffs. “So stupid.”

“Did you get to meet the boss?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “I didn’t even get taken to the main house yet.”

“Do you know the boss’s name?” He nods but doesn’t answer. “I like you, Mateo.”

He looks up at me with surprise. “Thank you, sir.”

“Do you know who I am?”

“Alexander Hart? The true boss of this city.”

I nod. Damn straight.

“You have three choices. One, you can return to your previous life, you can join me, or I can kill you.”

“Join you.” He doesn’t even hesitate.

“Good choice.” I release his hands, but I stay wary. I did just beat the hell out of him and threatened to cut his finger off. “Mal!” I call out.

“Yeah, boss.” He takes a look at the man kneeling on the floor and chuckles. “Another one?” Then he walks over and helps Mateo off the floor. “Too bad the new doc isn’t here yet.”

“I’ll be fine.” Mateo hisses and limps along with Mal.

“Kid.” Mal scoffs. “You are going to be in a world of hurt tomorrow. So let’s get you some painkillers and into bed.”

“That sounds great. Thank you.” He turns his head to me. “And thank you, sir. I won’t disappoint you.”

I nod.

Finding recruits this way doesn’t happen often. Most people crack and sing like a fucking canary, which ends with a lot of blood and a bullet in their skull. But every once in a while, someone impresses me and I offer them a job.

Those are the ones who have been the most loyal to me.

Yeah, I rough them up, but I can also show mercy, and they know that firsthand.

“His name—” Mateo starts, but I cut him off.

“Tell me when you’re feeling better.”

He sighs in relief and leaves the room.

I doubt he has anything more than a first name, and that won’t be enough to go off of anyway.