“You got them all to bed that fast?”
“I told them we could go for pastries tomorrow if they went to bed right now, and they practically tripped over each other getting there.”
“Pastries is all it took?”
“Sometimes you just gotta know their sweet spot. Pun intended.”
“You mean, punishment intended,” I counter, scooping her up off her feet and carrying her to the bedroom as I spank her with my free hand.
Gabriella giggles away and I already know what kind of playtime tonight is going to be.
“Are you going to carry me to bed too, Daddy?”
“You betcha,” I say, proud I remember some of my American English expressions from my year there as an exchange student years ago.
“Do I get a pastry tomorrow too?” she asks, puffing out her lower lip.
“My little piccolina gets whatever she wants tomorrow. And tonight, Daddy’s going to take everything he wants,” I smirk.
“But I’m getting fat, Daddy. Maybe I shouldn’t eat so many sweets.”
“You are sweet and no negative self-talk. Daddy loves your body, little girl. Remember, this body has given us five children. Not to mention if you have gained any weight, which I swear to Dio I haven’t noticed, it just means Daddy can really let loose in the bedroom.”
“Daddy wants to wrestle tonight?”
“Oh, we’re gonna wrestle tonight. And Daddy’s going to wind up pinning you, holding you down for a long count, and taking what he wants.”
“What does Daddy want?”
There are a million answers I could give, all equally correct, but one rises above the rest. “I want another child.”
“Another child?” she says bringing her hands up to her cheeks as if she’s amazed at my reply.
I toss her on the bed and unbuckle my belt before sliding it through the hoops.
“That’s why Daddy’s going to hold you down, even if you squirm. Daddy’s going to make sure his gift stays buried deep inside you tonight, so we have another blessing to share our home with.”
Before her, I was just a sinner, an Italian mafia man, without a future. Once I found her I found my angel, and now I say words like blessing…something I never would have said in my prior life as a mobster.
But that all changed when her dad got reacquainted with his mafia friend. And now I’m her Italian Mafia Daddy.
And she’s my everything. Forever.
“You ready to play, little girl?”
“You know my answer,” she giggles. “When it comes to you it’s always the same. Yes, Daddy.”
“I love you, piccolina.”
“I love you papà.”
THE END
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Also by Lena Little
Yes, Daddy Series
Book 1: Daddy Next Door
Book 2: Bossy Daddy
Book 3: Paying Daddy’s Debt
Book 4: Daddy’s Halloween
Book 5: Daddy’s Italian Friend (this book)
