Untamed (Mafia Daddies 2, #1)

Prologue

MASSIO

I’ve spent far too long out here in the countryside.

In bumfuck nowhere. Why the hell my boss, former Don of the Marino Mafia Family, enjoys this life is beyond me.

Quite frankly, it’s soul-destroying living like this, and if this is what family life is, I should probably thank my lucky stars I never had one.

Something twists in my gut. Despite trying to convince myself otherwise, I’ve always craved my own family.

Ever since Vinny knocked up his step-granddaughter, Gracie, he’s become besotted, a man who thrives on peace and not the thrilling acts of violence I’d grown accustomed to.

Gracie dreamed of a quiet life with their kids, and I guess after years of Vinny being at the pinnacle of a crime organization, he finally saw the attraction in stepping back and allowing his son Rafael to take the reins of his empire.

Still, it’s boring as fuck.

The most excitement I get is from firing off a few rounds in the direction of the foxes determined to break into the chicken coop.

Chickens, for fuck’s sake. I rub my temple.

All my years of training and expertise weren’t completed to defend poultry, for Christ’s sake. This sure as shit isn’t why I signed up for the Mafia.

Gracie is a beautiful, sweet girl, don’t get me wrong, but since Vinny settled down with her in a secluded, countryside location, the threats of violence have diminished considerably, so frankly, I’m bored as hell.

If it wouldn’t upset Gracie and the kids, I’d let those fucking foxes into the coop just to see some blood and combat in this miserable place. I’m a cruel man, but not suicidal enough to do something Vinny would have my head for.

What I need is some action in my life again and a willing slut to sink my thick dick into.

One I can use until she pleads with me to stop; one I can use to conjure every sordid thought and turn into a mind-blowing reality.

“You’ve been out here a while,” Vinny says, sitting beside me on the porch step. We stare out into the vast countryside.

“Hmm,” I grunt, and I’m relieved when he hands me an ice-cold beer.

At least the job comes with some perks. I can afford to drink while on the clock.

Any disturbance at the gate alerts the pack of German Shepherds that roam the perimeter better than any security team, and even then, it’s usually a delivery of the latest baby products from two towns over.

“You’re bored,” he says, and I feel his eyes on me the entire time.

I’m not about to lie to him, but I’m also not a dumbass. I want this job; I worked damn hard to become the don’s right-hand man, so I’m not about to tell him I’m happy to be someone else’s just to immerse myself in the action again.

Working for the head of the Marino family has a sense of status attached to it. We’re a force to be reckoned with, a name to be wary of, and a reputation most cower beneath.

With a heavy sigh, he pulls something from his pocket, and I narrow my eyes. “I have a little something here that may interest you.” He chuckles.

With my curiosity piqued, I’m grateful that, for once, my night appears to be slightly different from the ones before it. Albeit not quite the desired night I wish for. Give me a soft, warm body to sink into any day of the week.

Hearing your boss fuck his wife a thousand ways, while she pleads with him to impregnate her again, seriously skews your mind.

I’ve never been into the whole breeding kink before, but trust me, after hearing about it often enough, you soon get off on the idea of having someone swell with your baby inside them.

A piece of you in which you gifted them, that you helped create.

Vinny hands me the photo, and I flinch when I see who it is.

At least, at first, I think it’s her—the woman who destroyed me.

My chest seizes, so I close my eyes briefly before snapping them open, determined to not let her have this power over me once again.

I knew she’d moved on. Fuck, did I know it. She promised me the world, then threw me out like trash for a wealthier option.

I knew she’d end up pregnant with heirs to cement her claim in society. A society she was desperate to succeed in, whatever the cost.

Still, seeing it hurts.

I’m almost thirty-seven now and still hold a grudge over something that happened over eighteen years ago.

My mouth dries as I scan the photo, and on further inspection, I can spot the differences. This girl is smaller framed and heavier breasted but just as stunning, if not more so.

Blonde locks flow in the breeze, and I long to yank them back, to sink my teeth into her exposed neck. Her lips are pouty, perfect to be wrapped around my thick length. Fuck, I’ll give her something to pout about.

She wears a short blue dress that leaves little to the imagination, and irritation zips up my spine—like mother like daughter. I’d tear that flimsy material from her and spank her ass raw, and she’d never wear something so revealing in public again.

My balls throb at the thought.

“She needs a bodyguard.” Vinny smirks, and my eyebrows shoot up. “The job is yours if you want it.”

A mix of emotions combine. Fury at the life my ex-wife went on to lead without me, followed by anticipation at the thought of retribution. “Be warned, apparently, she’s a brat who needs to be tamed. Maybe she needs a daddy.” His words hang in the air, and my cock thickens in my slacks.

I’ve never considered myself a daddy before, but becoming the man she clearly needs is at the forefront of my mind. That, and the prospect of punishing my ex-wife while filling her daughter with my thick cum have pure need rushing through me.

I want that.

I want that more than anything.

I have no idea how to tame a brat, but I’m going to have fun finding out.