My mafia Daddy

6. NEW LIFE, NEW RULES ________________

XANDER POV

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La Cenacio mansion, edge of New York, 10.44 am.

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I stop on the half-moon drive, kill the engine and let the silence settle like a blade. I don’t have to look at her to know. The way her breath hitches, the way her thighs clench one last time and the soft creak of leather as she leans toward the window. Awe. Terror. Fear. Wonder.

„This is home… for now.” I say, my voice low, almost gentle.

„Come.” I step out first, round the hood, and open her door. The second her feet touch the ground, her dress shifts. The hem riding up the backs of those lush thighs, flashing the lower curve of her ass before she yanks it down with a mortified little tug. My c***k jerks so hard it hurts.

Why does everything she does tease me so f.ucking much?

The way she keeps tugging at the hem of her dress. The way her hands squeeze together, then drop when she realises it, cheeks blazing. Every little movement lashes straight through my c***k, like a sharp reminder of my perverse self…

•

Emiliano and the others roll up behind us. Doors slam. Boots crunch gravel. She flinches and steps closer to me. It warms something in my chest. First sign of trust. Good. I shift slightly, shielding her from their stares without making it obvious.

„Ninath?” I murmur, soft as sin.

„These are my people. They work for me. You don’t need to be afraid of them. They’ll help you with anything you need.” Her pulse jumps at the base of her throat. Emiliano’s eyes flick toward her for half a second. One look, respectful, professional and I still want to tear his throat out.

„Porta le sue valigie nell’ala est.” [Take her bags to the east wing.] I order, voice flat.

„Ultimo piano. La stanza accanto alla mia.” [Top floor. The room next to mine.]

„Sì, Capo.” [Yes, boss.] They move. She watches them go, then tips her face up to me. She’s so small beside me the height difference hits like a drug. I could fold her in half without an effort.

„Come with me, little one.” I smile, slow and controlled, while my molars grind together.

GET IT TOGETHER.

I walk ahead, calm on the outside while my mind tears itself apart. Daydreams claw in constantly. Sick. Twisted. Perversions. Relentless. The monster in my blood is screaming raw, because it knows I’m one heartbeat away from snapping.

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Before we reach the back doors, Emiliano reappears.

„Lei ha paura di voi tre. Oggi sarò impegnato con lei, quindi tocca a te, Emiliano. Cercherò di conquistare la sua fiducia, così quando quel bastardo capirà tutto, sarà troppo tardi. Vai al magazzino di Brooklyn e occupati della spedizione. Dobbiamo sistemare tutto prima di partire. Non fare cazzate.” [She’s scared of you. I’ll be busy with her today, so you’re in charge. I’m going to earn her trust, so when that bastard figures this out, it’ll already be too late. Go to the Brooklyn warehouse and handle the shipment. We need everything ready before we leave. Don’t f***k it up.] I snap at him.

„Sì, Capo.” [Yes, boss.] He disappears like a shadow. Finally alone for real, but my perverted mind immediately betrays me again. I turn to her slowly. This is not the moment to lose control! I need to focus on her well-being. Not on the sick visions of f.ucking her in every corner of this house.

„Ninath?” My voice is too rough.

„I want to show you something I think you’ll like. Can I?” A small, trembling nod. Another tight squeeze of her thighs and pain spikes through me again.

„Good…” I choke out and start walking. She follows half a step behind.

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The gardens are a beautiful cage. Ancient trees stand like silent guardians. Fresh green grass stretches beneath them. Flowers explode in colour. Butterflies drift through honeyed air. The fountain reigns at the centre, water murmuring like a prayer. Peaceful. Soft. A world she deserves. A fairytale one…

„Do you like it, little one?” She nods eagerly, mouth slightly open. f***k.

„Do you want to maybe take off your shoes and we can…” She kicks them off before I can even finish. A low chuckle escapes me before I can stop it and something inside me recoils hard.

I don’t deserve her.

I don’t get to stain something this clean. I’ve carved too many screams out of too many throats to pretend I have the right to touch something this soft. She’s too f.ucking innocent. Too precious already. And even though watching her in the sunlight steals the air from my lungs, I have no right to touch her. I’ve never felt anything like this, but I cannot and will not give in to this urge. For the first time, the monster inside me looks at her and knows.

You will destroy her and that will destroy you.

The terror of that thought is worse than any gun pressed to my head. So, I bury the hunger and inhale slowly. She’s looking at me like I’m safe. Someone she can trust. Someone she can look up to and be herself with. I cannot afford to lose that. Ever…

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„So…” I say quietly, my voice almost gentle.

„I guess we can begin the garden tour, yes?” Her head lifts, eyes bright and a smile that hits like a slap.

„Y-y-yes… Mr Black.” D.amn. A growl slips out before I can cage it.

„You don’t have to call me Mr Black. No one calls me that… call me Xander, please.” She nods immediately. Obedient little girl.

„Listen, um…” I say after a moment.

„I know all of this is new for you, but I want this to work, and for that? I beg you not to be afraid of me.” Her gaze lifts, shy, unsure and it pierces a raw place inside me that’s never known gentleness.

„I know you are. I can see that and I don’t blame you, but I’m not here to hurt you…” I add quietly. More of a warning to myself really.

„I might look scary, but I’m here for you. Please remember that.” I look at her and she finally meets my eyes. Those wide green pools, unique. Extraordinary. Special. So f.ucking gorgeous. Every muscle in my body is screaming, but I lock it down until my knuckles ache. The fountains’ soft murmur is the only sound for a long minute, and I can’t stop looking at her. She’s like a beautiful dream you never want to wake up from. That f.ucking dress. Thin blue cotton clinging in all the wrong places. Every time she breathes, the fabric shifts against her round t.its, her thin waist and the gentle swell of her full thick hips, f***k…

„So…” I start again, voice quieter than before.

„Sister Luisa told me you grew up in the orphanage and you never saw the outside world until today… She also said you loved reading and you dreamed about seeing the world.” She nods once. Small. Quick. I crouch slowly so my eyes are level with hers.

„What is your favourite book?” I ask, as softly as I can. Her lips part.

„…The Little Prince.” Of course, it’s that one. A low breath escapes me… half laugh, half groan.

„The Little Prince and his rose. I read it when I was a kid too. First book I ever stole from a library.” Her gaze flicks up quickly, evaluating, curious.

„I never had a garden growing up. Just concrete and noise. I built this one… so I could have the world I only read about too.” Silence and my chest tightens. Every second I’m in her presence and she doesn’t flinch or cry twists the knife deeper. The more she stays, the more I want. The more I want, the more it hurts. I know what I said, and I won’t break that promise, but my c***k has a mind of its own. Torture. Self-inflicted. Necessary.

„Tell me something else.” I say and rise slowly, keeping distance so she doesn’t feel crowded.

„Anything. Please. What kind of food do you like? Or… what animals did you read about and wanted to meet?” Her fingers twist on the hem again. Knuckles white. Thighs press together. I see it and bite the inside of my cheek until I taste copper. It feels like ages, but she finally takes a deep breath and looks up.

„I… don’t know a-about food. We didn’t… ummn choose.” I nod like it’s the most important answer I’ve ever heard.

„Oh, right… I’m sorry, but… we can find out together. Whatever you want. We’ll try everything until something makes you smile.” Her eyes lift again. Hold longer this time.

„And animals?” I ask gently.

„You liked them in books?” A tiny nod.

„Yes. But… never met any. Only pictures.” The innocence in that sentence nearly drops me to my knees.

„I’ll fix that.” I tell her, gravely serious.

„Real ones. We can visit the zoo. You can hold them, watch them, or feed them. Whatever you like.” Her mouth twitches, not quite a smile, but close.

„You’re safe with me, little one.” The words rasp out. I am a mess…

„I swear it. I just want you to have everything you've only read about and I want… to know you. Really know you. Protect you and... I wish to show you the world.” Her eyes search mine again. f***k…

„Th-thank you… Xander.” My name is in her mouth. Soft. Hesitant. Trusting. Pain lances from my gut to my heart. I nearly double over. I’m doomed.

„Come on…” I manage.

„There’s a bench by the roses. We can sit. You can tell me what The Little Prince taught you… Or we can just sit in the sun.” She follows. Still tugging at that dress. Still killing me.

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We reach the bench. I sit first, leaving plenty of space so she doesn’t feel trapped. She hesitates, then perches on the very edge, bare feet tucked under, hands folded tight in her lap like she’s still waiting for permission to exist. My throat is raw from swallowing back the drool that keeps flooding my mouth every time she breathes. We sit in silence for a long minute. I don’t push. I just… wait. Let her decide. After a while, she glances sideways at me, shy, quick.

„You… read The Little Prince too?” She whispers. The words are soft, careful, like she’s testing if it’s safe to speak.

„Yes.” I answer, voice low.

„A long time ago. The fox part stuck with me. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. I didn’t understand it then. I think I’m starting to now.” She nods. Tiny.

„The rose… w-was very difficult too, but he loved her anyway.” Her voice cracks on the last word. Not a sob yet, just the edge of one. She’s trying so hard to be brave, to trust, as I’m sure Sister Luisa told her. It makes me smile. It’s almost ridiculous how someone can be so incredibly adorable and f.ucking tease at the same time without even knowing it.

„She was, but he didn’t care and still went back for her. That’s the part that matters.” Another long pause. A butterfly lands on the stone between us. She watches it, mesmerised.

„I… liked the animals too.” She says suddenly, voice trembling but pushing forward.

„The fox, sheep, and the snake. So… s-so misunderstoo-ood…” The innocence in that sentence slices straight through me. My c***k throbs so viciously that the pain radiates up into my stomach.

„He was, wasn’t he… I will show them to you. Real ones, if you want. Whatever you read about. I’ll make sure you see and experience it for real. Whatever makes you happy.” Her eyes lift. They’re shiny, but not with tears yet, with wonder. She scoots half an inch closer on the bench. Just half an inch, but it feels like she crossed a continent.

„T-thank you…” She says, stuttering and small.

„No problem, little one. Whatever you want.” She nods again, then leans a little toward me. Her shoulder brushes the edge of my arm. Not on purpose. Just… drawn, like a flower turning toward the sun and my entire f.ucking body locks. She’s trusting me. Inch by inch. And I should be happy, but instead I feel frightened...

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So I let the quiet stretch. Let her breathe before I clear my throat, careful, gentle, and get to the thing that’s been weighing on my shoulders along with my perversion…

„Ninath… I have to tell you something.” I breathe out shakily.

„Umm… you might not like it, but there’s no other way. I need you to hear me out, okay?” Her fingers tighten in her lap and she just looks at me, green eyes wide, full of that fragile, Sister-Luisa-taught trust.

„Okay…” I say quietly, keeping my voice soft. No rush.

„There are a few things you should know. I wanted to wait, but I think here is the best place to tell you.” She nods, listening like she’s cold and wants heat. I can see her trying to be brave, to remember whatever Sister Luisa told her. The words are written all over her face in tiny, trembling effort.

Trust him. Obey him. He will keep you safe.

„You heard me speaking a different language to Emiliano.” She shyly nods again. Obedient. Good girl. The thought alone makes my c***k jerk so hard the pain shoots straight into my balls.

„It was… it was Italian.” I pause, letting the silence stretch.

„You know… I’m from Italy, and this house is not really my home. It’s just one I own here in America.” She listens, squeezing her thighs tighter. Her breathing has gone shallow, quick little rabbit breaths that make her b.reasts rise and fall against the cotton. My mind betrays me instantly…

I could make her cry harder. I could pin those trembling thighs open right here on this bench, shove the dress up, and watch those tears spill while I force my tongue inside her sweet virgin c.unt. I could make her sob my name until her voice breaks. I could ruin the trust in her eyes and replace it with something wet, broken, and mine.

I bite the inside of my cheek again. The monster is roaring now, louder than ever.

„The thing I need to tell you is… umm tomorrow morning we leave.” Her whole body reacts with a tiny flinch she tries to hide and a soft, almost silent whimper escapes her throat.

„At nine…” I continue, slow, dragging every syllable so she has time to let it sink in.

„In my private jet.” Tears already forming, trembling at the edges of those green eyes, but she doesn’t look away. Trusting. Submitting. Exactly like Sister Luisa taught her. That kind of obedience is the worst torture of all.

„It’s going to be okay, little one.” I murmur, voice velvet over broken glass. I hate that her fear tastes like cherry wine and I’m already drunk on it.

„I promise. You’ll have everything you dreamed about. Bigger gardens. Real animals. Books. Safety…” Her lower lip trembles and the monster inside me smiles. She’s trying so hard to trust me… and I know I’m going to f***k this up sooner or later.

„Oh, baby girl… please.” The endearment slips out before I can cage it.

„I can’t watch you cry.” I move too close, my hands cupping her face before my brain catches up. Thumbs sweeping away the tears like she’s made of glass. I tilt her chin up. She looks at me, biting her lower lip to stop the sobs, and my brain short-circuits…

Her on her knees, those trembling lips open because I told her so, throat full of me, tears streaming while she calls me…

No. Stop. I’m turning myself on when I’m supposed to be calming her down. She leans into my palms, not flinching, not pulling away, but pressing her wet cheek into my touch as she belongs there. F.uck...

„I-I’m s-sorry…” She whispers, voice cracking, eyes flicking down.

„I d-didn’t m-mean to…” She apologises for crying. For needing. For existing. That’s a gut punch I never saw coming. Control yourself. Be the man she thinks you are.

„Please, Ninath…” I manage, softer than I intended.

„It kills me to see you sad. I’m so sorry, but if there were another way, I wouldn’t put you through this so quickly… I’m sorry. Please talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong so I can make it better, okay?” Lies, but her precious face stays in my hands, trusting me like a man worth trusting, and that ruins me more efficiently than anything ever has.

„I… I… w-won’t b-be… a-able t-to s-see… S-sister L-Luisa… n-no m-more?” The words come out in broken pieces. Her voice is so small it hurts to hear.

„Oh, Baby girl…” I lie smoothly again, thumbs still stroking her cheeks.

„If you want to see her, we can arrange that. She’s your friend. Call her anytime you want. I don’t wish to take things you love from you. I’m here to help you, to make your life better, okay baby girl?” The words slip again and the moment they do, I freeze.

Baby girl.

What the hell is wrong with me? I am a monster. She’s too innocent, too clean and I’m losing my edge around her.

„T-thank y-you… Daddy.” f***k. Five letters. Soft voice. Stuttered through fresh tears. No sense of what she just did to me, but my body knows. Heat slams downward, brutal and instant.

I want to dominate her, ruin her, drag her to her knees and hear her call me that again while she chokes on my c***k, making it pulse so hard the pain would be blinding.

F.uck no… no. Not her. I clear my throat, break eye contact, let go of her face and she whimpers. Actually whimpers. Like the loss of my hands hurts her. Did she like it? Does she crave that control without knowing why? Stop it, Xander, I snarl at myself internally, forcing air into my lungs.

„Come on, little one. Let’s just walk a little more. You don’t have to say anything else if you don’t want to. Just… stay close. That’s all I need right now.” I smile and reach my hand to her. She slips her small fingers into mine, hesitant, trembling, but choosing to hold on. And I know, with every painful throb in my body, that I’m completely and utterly doomed.

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NINATH POV

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This is all too much. I don’t even know what I feel anymore. Only that whatever this is… it doesn’t fit inside my mind properly. It started the moment I saw him behind that window. I was scared. I mean… I thought I was. But not like this. Not the kind of fear that makes your knees weak, your stomach flutter, and your throat tighten when he looks at you. He stood there tall and dark, his strong scent clouding my thoughts, and I felt something crack open inside me. As my body recognised him before my mind could understand what was happening. The drive? Blur. Leather seats. Tinted windows. That big car filled with the smell of him… I felt swallowed by his presence. I didn’t talk. I couldn’t. Every breath I took was filled with him, his perfume, his skin, the heat coming from his body.

Is this what a father feels like? Are they supposed to make you feel scared… and warm inside at the same time?

I didn’t understand why my legs kept pressing together or why I couldn’t stop sneaking little glances at his hands on the steering wheel. Then the house… Huge gates. Tall walls. Guards. People lowered their heads when he walked past them like he was some kind of king. My heart wouldn’t slow down, and without realising it, I moved closer to him. I stayed at his side like a shadow. Maybe I thought that if I stayed near him, nothing bad could reach me. His people scared me. They had sharp eyes, quiet voices, and moved like shadows. But he protected me. And then… the garden. I didn’t even know places like that were real. Butterflies are floating everywhere. Flowers growing in colours I didn’t know existed. I had seen gardens like that in picture books, but I never imagined I could see one with my own eyes. And him… He watched me, but not like the nuns when they checked if we were behaving. Not like the other girls when they were teasing. He looked at me softly, like I mattered. And when I saw that… I couldn’t help it. It made everything inside me feel too big. When he asked me to take off my shoes, I didn’t even think. I just did it. The grass felt cool and soft under my feet. It tickled a little when I stepped forward. I closed my eyes for a moment and lifted my face toward the sun. The warmth felt so nice on my skin… and for a moment, I forgot to be afraid. I heard him walking beside me. Slow. Quiet. Every step he took felt heavy, like the ground itself noticed him. I peeked at him from the corner of my eye. He looked serious again. His face was calm, but his eyes… deep. Hard to understand. Sometimes, when he looked at me, it felt like I was something important. Other times, it felt like he was thinking about something far away. I couldn’t tell which one it was, but I liked it when he looked at me. It made my chest feel warm and tight at the same time. Then he said… We were leaving tomorrow. Italy. On a private plane. I have never even been inside a normal aeroplane. Not even a normal car. Not even a normal home… I’ve never left the orphanage. I don’t know what the ocean looks like. I don’t know how people live in other places. I don’t know how to talk to strangers… or how to act in a big world like the one he lives in. For a moment, my mind tries to imagine it. Another country. Another language. Another sky above my head. But the picture won’t stay still. Everything feels too big. Too fast. Too far away from everything I’ve ever known. The orphanage. The little chapel. The quiet mornings when Sister Luisa woke us for prayer. The smell of bread in the kitchen. The small garden where we were allowed to walk on Sundays. My chest tightens. Tomorrow… all of that will be gone. My throat suddenly burns, and I try to swallow the feeling down, the way Sister Luisa always taught us when we wanted to cry.

Be brave.

Be grateful.

I try, but the tears come anyway. My whole chest shakes, and I can’t stop the sob that escapes my mouth. I turn my face away quickly, ashamed. I don’t want him to think I’m weak. I don’t want him to think I’m ungrateful. But everything hurts all at once.

„I… I’m s-sorry…” I whisper, my voice breaking.

„I d-didn’t m-mean to…” The world becomes blurry through my tears. And then, suddenly he’s closer. Before I even realise what he’s doing, his hands are on my face. Big. Warm. Careful. His thumbs brush the tears away from my cheeks like they’re something precious… not embarrassing.

„Oh, Ninath…” His voice sounds different now. Softer. Almost worried.

„Please, Baby girl…” I freeze when he says it.

Baby girl.

No one has ever called me that before.

„It kills me to see you sad. I’m so sorry, but if there were another way, I wouldn’t put you through this so quickly… I’m sorry. Please talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong so I can make it better, okay?” Something strange flutters inside my chest again. His hands are still holding my face, steady, gentle and I don’t pull away. I can’t. Instead… I lean into his palms without even thinking about it. The warmth of his touch spreads through me like sunlight. For a moment… the fear quiets. The sobs slow.

„I… I… w-won’t b-be… a-able t-to s-see… S-sister L-Luisa… n-no m-more?” I look up at him through wet eyelashes, my breathing still shaking. I try to swallow my sobs between small, hiccuping breaths. My fingers twist in the fabric of my dress. Another tear slips down my cheek.

„Oh no, Ninath…” I wait for him to laugh. Or tell me I’m being silly. But he doesn’t. He just keeps holding my face as if it matters as much as I matter. And suddenly… the fear doesn’t feel quite as big anymore. Because if he’s there… maybe I won’t be alone anymore. Maybe he will teach me everything. Maybe he will show me how the world works. Maybe this is what it feels like when your life begins.

„If you want to see her, we can arrange that. She’s your friend. Call her anytime you want. I don’t wish to take things you love from you. I’m here to help you, to make your life better, okay baby girl?” He holds me carefully, like I might break if he squeezes too hard. No one has ever touched me like that before. No one has ever cared like that before. My cheeks burn. I know I must be blushing. I don’t want him to let go. I want him to keep holding me

„T-thank y-you… D-daddy.” I didn’t mean to say it. It just slipped out. The word came from somewhere deep inside me. And suddenly, he freezes. For a second, I think I did something wrong. But then I see his eyes. Dark. Burning. Hungry in a way I don’t understand. It scares me… but at the same time… it makes me feel important. Like I matter to him so much that even my words can change the way he breathes. I’ve never had a father. I don’t know how fathers are supposed to act… but if they look at you like this? If they touch you like losing you would it hurt them? If they make your heart beat so fast you feel like you might burst… maybe this is what it’s supposed to feel like. All I know is, I don’t want to lose him. I want him to like me. To be proud of me. To keep holding me the way he did. Even if I don’t understand why it makes me blush… or why my stomach twists every time he looks at me. Maybe this is what having a family feels like. Maybe this is how you know someone belongs to you. Or maybe I’m broken in ways I don’t understand yet. All I know is… He smells so good. He’s so big. He makes me feel safe. And I want to be good for him.

Whatever that means.