My mafia Daddy

7. RULES ________________

XANDER POV

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Deep night, La Cenacio Mansion on the edge of New York.

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Sitting on the bed, I think about what a lucky b.astard I am as I take off my suit jacket, pants, shirt, and finally my black Armani boxer briefs. I walk to the shower, to cool down after everything that happened today. As I grab my c***k to help myself release the frustration I’ve felt all day, I hear a light knock on the door and a fragile, scared voice.

„Daddy? Are you there?” F.ucking hell… I quickly let go of my c***k and tie a black towel around myself.

„What is it, baby girl? I’m in the shower.” I say with concern, hearing her sigh loudly behind the door.

„I-I’m scared in the… the big room all a-alone… can you c-come he-here p-p-please?” She stutters. I immediately open the door without even thinking about the bulge between my thighs.

„It’s okay, little one. Just lie in my bed. I’ll change and be right there to hug you and help you sleep, okay?” I say, gently caressing her cheek.

„O-okay, Daddy…” She says it softly, and I swear I see her eyes travel up and down my body. She swallows hard, quickly closes her beautiful eyes and runs toward the bed.

„This isn’t going to end well…” I mutter to myself as I walk toward my walk-in closet. I pull on a pair of dark green Armani boxer briefs and a black short-sleeve T-shirt. When I head back into the bedroom, it’s already dim. Shortly after I lie down, I feel small hands reaching for my stomach. I silently pray I don’t get hard again, but when I feel her small legs wrap around my leg and the warmth between her thighs, every prayer is useless.

„What are you doing, little one?” I whisper.

„Daddy, I can’t sleep alone… and you smell so good and are so strong. I feel safe with you. I need to hold you tightly so I won’t lose you during the night.” She whispers into my ear.

„Sure, okay, baby girl. Just don’t strangle me when you fall asleep.” I say nervously, forcing a small chuckle.

„Don’t worry, Daddy. I won’t…” She pauses.

„Um… Daddy?”

„Yes?”

„What’s that thing pressing against my thigh?” F.ucking hell. What do I do now? I’m f.ucked.

„Mmm… that’s… that’s my… my private part, baby girl.” Private part? What the hell…? I’m so f.ucking dumb.

„What’s that? Let me see, Daddy! I want to see.” D.amn it. Before I can react, she’s already under the covers, trying to pull down my boxer briefs. Her hand brushes over my c***k on the way to the waistband.

„NO!” I shout, grabbing her wrists quickly and pulling her back up beside me.

„You can’t do that, Ninath! That’s something every man has and you can’t just look at it! It’s private.” I realise too late how hard I’m holding her wrists when I see her eyes fill with tears.

„F.uck… I’m sorry, baby girl. I didn’t mean to scare you like that. I’m sorry… please don’t cry.” I say quickly, loosening my grip. Now she’s sobbing beside me and I hate that I’m the one who caused it.

„I-I-I’m… I’m s-sorry, D-Daddy… I… I d-didn’t kn-know…” She stutters through her sobs.

„It’s okay… I’m sorry too for grabbing you like that, my little one, but you can’t just see… it. It’s very inappropriate, and you might get the wrong idea.” What have I done? I need to fix this.

„Please, baby girl, don’t cry. It kills me to see you cry…” I say, gently stroking her hair while pulling her closer with my other arm.

„I-I’m s-ss-sorry, D-Daddy… I… I…” She keeps crying and it f.ucking breaks me.

„It’s okay, baby girl… please. I think I can do something that might make you feel better. Do you want to know what?” Her sobbing slowly quiets, turning into soft whimpers that only make the throbbing of my c***k worse.

„Y-ye-yes, D-Daddy… I w-want to kn-know.” She’s calming down. Good… but I’m definitely going to hell for this.

„Would you like Daddy to kiss you? It might help you calm down so you can fall asleep.” The moment the words leave my mouth, I regret them. But before I can say anything else, she leans forward and presses her soft, cherry-sweet lips against mine. f***k… her nervous, clumsy kiss is the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever felt. I instinctively slide my hand behind her head, tangling my fingers in her thick hair while my other arm wraps around her waist and pulls her closer.

„Open your mouth, baby girl… let me taste you.” I whisper against her lips. She obeys immediately. f***k…

„Mmmm… D-Daddy…” She whimpers softly against my lips. I roll, pressing her gently beneath me. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer.

„Mmm… D-Daddy… please…”

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„AAAHHH!” I bolt upright in my bed. What the hell? What the f***k! Just a dream? It felt so real! I still feel her legs wrapped around my waist and her lips against mine, but I’m alone. A wet dream? For real?

„F.uck…” I drag a hand over my face. I’m sweating, wet and came in my pants… great. I need a shower.

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When I step out, the clock reads 4:21 a.m. Sleep is impossible now, so I walk to my closet. Behind another door waits. This is a bad idea. I know it’s wrong, but the urge to see her right now is unbearable. Torturous. I quietly open it, and the scent of cherries invades my senses immediately. Soft. Sweet. Hers. And my body reacts before my mind can catch up. This is insane. Just her scent alone affects me more than any woman ever has. Her small body is curled beneath the thin blanket, the soft fabric gently rising and falling with her breathing. Even half-covered, I can see the delicate curves of her form beneath the sheets. She looks impossibly peaceful, lit by the pale glow of the moon slipping through the curtains. She looks like an angel. Untouched by the darkness living inside my head. I stop just watching her. The silence of the room presses around me, and for a moment, the chaos in my mind quiets. Then a soft sleepy sound slips from her throat and she shifts beneath the blanket. The movement pulls the fabric down just enough for one of her legs to slide free. Pale skin. Smooth. The sight hits me hard. A burning urge rises in my chest, sharp and sudden. The instinct to reach out, to confirm that she’s real and not just another cruel trick, is eating me alive. I shouldn’t. Every muscle I’ve spent years building tells me to turn around and leave, but my hand moves before I can stop it. Slowly. Carefully. I reach toward the edge of the bed and brush my fingers against her ankle. Her skin is warm. Soft. Real.

„F.uck…” The word barely leaves my lips. Now I know something terrifyingly clear. This girl is going to ruin me.

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Early morning, La Cenacio Mansion on the edge of New York.

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If you wish to be the king of the jungle, it is not enough to act like a king. You must be the king. And there can be no doubt. Because doubt breeds chaos, and chaos invites a man’s own demise.

My father repeated those words to me so many times they’re carved into my skull. Demise comes from one thing and one thing only. A weakness. A moment when the world realises the predator can bleed. A king can have enemies, suffer losses and even fall, but he can never allow the world to see his weakness. The moment he does? The jungle devours him. I learned that lesson young. Usually while tasting my own blood on the floor. My father believed fear sharpened men and pain burned weakness out of the bones. Every time he spoke those words, they were followed by his fists, his belt, or whatever object happened to be closest in his reach.

Stand up. Look at me. Pathetic. Weak. Kings don’t cry.

I was a boy then. Too small to stop him and too stubborn to break. So, I learned. I learned how to take pain without sound. I learned how to bury fear until it turned into something harder. I learned the only way to survive in a world full of wolves… was to become the biggest one in the room. And for years, it worked. No one questioned me, doubted me, or saw anything inside me except control.

UNTIL HER…

She slipped into my life like a crack through stone. Quiet. Soft. And suddenly the fortress I built inside my chest began to fracture. She makes me feel things I thought died with the boy my father used to beat bloody on the floor. Fear. Not the kind that comes from enemies or guns or betrayal. This is the slow, suffocating dread of realising there is something in this world I cannot afford to lose and it makes her the most dangerous thing ever to enter my life. Weakness doesn’t come from enemies. Weakness comes from love. If my father were still alive, he would look at me and say the same thing he always did.

You’re getting soft, boy. Pathetic.

My jaw tightens at the memory. Because the worst part is… He wouldn’t be wrong. I haven't thought of my father for a long time… these memories are more than unwelcome. Relentless. The terrifying truth of the room next door. For the first time in a long time… I’m not sure if I’m still the king of this jungle.

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Kitchen wing, La Cenacio Mansion on the edge of New York, 7:49 a.m.

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„Morning, Mr Xander.”

„Morning.” My voice is steady. My espresso is already waiting. Black. No sugar.

„Thank you.” She nods once.

„Set the table. Two.” A pause, but no questions.

„Of course.” I move to the dining room and take a seat halfway down the table. Lean back slightly. I need to finish my coffee in silence.

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She was in my bed last night. Soft. Shaking. Trusting me. My jaw tightens, because I remember the way she looked at me. Like I was safe. Like I wasn’t… what I am. The dream was too real. Her voice. Her body.

Daddy.

The way she said it…I still hear it dragging my hand down my face. It doesn’t matter it was “just” a dream. That’s the problem. I didn’t push her away.

If you hesitate, you’re weak. And weakness gets you killed.

My father’s voice cuts through. Clean. Sharp. Unforgiving. So, I take another sip. Hot. Bitter. And useless. It doesn’t burn enough to drown this out.

What the hell am I doing?

I know exactly why I took her. I know why I couldn’t let Marcus have her. That was logic. Control. Strategy. This? This isn’t any of those things. This is something I don’t even have a name for, and that alone makes it dangerous. My father, yeah… he would’ve handled this already. Crushed it. Turned it into control. Obedience backed by fear. Clean. Simple. Final. Me? Messy. Confused. Unpredictable.

Weak.

My jaw locks. That’s the truth I don’t like. And the one I can’t afford. A weakness doesn’t announce itself. It doesn’t look like a threat. It looks like something soft. Something worth protecting. Something you start thinking about when you shouldn’t and can’t stop thinking about when you should. It makes you hesitate. And hesitation gets men like me killed. For the first time in years, I don’t fully trust my own decisions. And that? That’s a problem. That's dangerous, because if I’m not in control? Something else is. I lean back slightly, eyes fixed on nothing. Waiting. Thinking. Calculating. Trying to figure out how to handle the one thing I was never trained for…

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The door creaks. I look up and there she is. Half-hidden behind it like she’s not sure she’s allowed to exist in the same space as me. My body reacts before my mind does. My c***k twitches hard as that soft, sweet scent of cherries hits me and suddenly every image from last night crashes back into place. f***k.

What is wrong with me?

She steps in slowly. That dress. White. Soft. Flowing around her like something untouched.

Is she trying to kill me?

I force myself to stay still. To breathe. To act like a man in control. Even if my thoughts are anything but that, I’m sick. That’s the only explanation. And she, she's my poison… Everything she does. Every breath. Every look. It all goes straight under my skin.

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She steps closer to the table slowly, almost hesitant, like she’s not sure she’s allowed to touch anything. Her eyes move over all those prepared plates of fruits, vegetables, cheese, ham, pastry, jams and sweets, like she’s seeing something unreal. I watch her for a second… then exhale quietly. She doesn't deserve me to be this sick perverted b.astard I slip to be in my head. She's just an angel who was broken down and imprisoned for all her life.

„Come here, little one.” I say, voice lower than usual. Softer. She freezes for half a heartbeat, then lowers her head and walks closer. Careful. Quiet.

„Don’t be scared.” I add, pulling the chair out for her.

„It’s all for you.” Her eyes flick up to mine.

„F-for me…?” She asks softly. f***k.

„Yes, for you.” I nod once.

„I had Peggy prepare it. You said you’ve never really… chosen food before.” A small pause.

„So now you can.” Something shifts in her face. Not fully a smile, but close. She sits slowly, hands resting in her lap for a second. Then, she glances at me. Careful, like it might disappear if she makes a quick move.

„Go on, eat.” That’s all she needs. She picks up a piece of fruit. Takes a small bite. And I see that quiet moment of surprise.

„It’s so… sweet.” She murmurs, almost to herself. I lean back slightly, watching her.

„Try the strawberries…” I say after a second. She nods quickly, reaching for them like I just handed her something important. Just like that, she forgets herself and the fact that I’m watching her all this time. Each taste, lick of her full lips, the way she closes her eyes with each bite. She is so f.ucking gorgeous. Learning. Experiencing. Living.

„I’ve never had this many choices…” She says quietly, almost embarrassed.

„I don’t know what goes together.”

„Doesn’t matter.” I answer.

„There’s no wrong way.” And for a moment, everything inside me goes quiet. No noise. No pressure. No war. Just her. Discovering something as simple as fruit like it’s the most amazing thing anyone ever let her have. And I realise, this is it! Not the rules. Not the control. This. Her. Safe. Happy. Mine.

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My jaw tightens as I’m watching her stuff her face with all the fruits, cheeks puffed out like a little kid, pineapple juice glistening on her lower lip. She looks so f.ucking content, so safe, so mine in this moment that a strange calmness settles over me. For half a second, I just want to sit here and let her be happy. Let her eat. Let her smile at me like I’m the centre of her world. On the other hand, the monster won’t shut up. I need to tell her the rules. I need her to understand exactly what our world is.

„Ninath…” I say, voice low.

„You remember how I mentioned you’ll need to know a couple of my rules?” She nods quickly, mouth still full of pineapple. She’s so adorable and it f.ucking tests me.

„I want you to listen carefully.” I continue, leaning forward slightly. Control. Structure. Order. That’s what I keep repeating in my head, but all I can see is the way her throat moves when she swallows.

„Rule number one: Daddy is always right. Anything I ask you to do, you do it. No hesitation. No questions. You must obey.” She swallows fast, licking a drop of juice from her lip without realising how obscene it looks. Her eyes stay locked on mine. Listening. Trying so hard to be perfect for me already.

„Rule number two: If you want to leave the house, you tell me first. I approve it and you’ll always be accompanied until I decide otherwise.” Her fingers tighten around the piece of strawberry in her hand. Still no protest.

„Rule number three: You talk to me. When I ask you something, when you need something, when something’s wrong. No silence. No hiding. I want to hear every thought in that pretty little head of yours.” I pause and look at her.

„Can you do that for me, baby girl?” She rushes to finish what’s in her mouth, almost choking in her hurry to answer.

„Y-yes, yes Daddy…” She smiles. Small. Shy. Radiant. No resistance. No suspicion. Just pure, naive trust.

„Good girl.” I murmur, the words slipping out too soft, too intimate.

„Such an obedient little one… it makes Daddy very happy, Ninath.” I shouldn’t say it like that, I know I shouldn’t, but f***k… It’s too much. Giving myself the ultimatum not to devour her the way I want to also means I have to take control somewhere else. If I can’t bend her over this table and ruin that untouched little p*****., then I’ll take her submission in words. She doesn’t even know what I’m really doing to her. And that makes me both sane and completely insane at the same time.

„Th-thank you, Daddy… I-I hope I won’t let you down.” Her voice is so soft. So careful. So f.ucking earnest.

„You won’t, I know you won't.” I say, quieter now.

„I just need you to understand why these rules exist.” I lean back, trying to put distance between us before I do something stupid.

„My world is dangerous. There are people, who would hurt you just to get to me.” My jaw tightens. It’s true and the worst of them is sitting right here, hard as steel in his jeans just from the way she calls him Daddy.

„I need to keep you safe. At all times. You understand?” I know what I'm saying is true, but from whom do I need to keep her safe for real? From my enemies or from myself…

„Y-yes, Daddy…” Quick and eager, like she’s already rewriting her whole world to fit mine. She doesn’t even understand what she’s stepping into and she’s already trying so damn hard to be perfect inside it. I adjust slightly in my seat. My c***k twitches hard against my zipper, throbbing at every soft “Daddy” every wide-eyed nod, every naive little smile. The need to ruin her is so sharp it physically hurts.

„Just remember the rules.” I know I shouldn’t, but the words are already out.

„Otherwise Daddy might have to punish you so you remember them better, yes?” Her eyes widen slightly. Not with fear, with curiosity.

„I-I re-remember, Daddy… You’re always right. I have to ask before I leave… and talk to you… and be good…” She hesitates, then adds softer, almost reverent.

„So I don’t disappoint you.” f***k. She is so submissive and my c***k jerks again. I have to shift and press the heel of my hand against it under the table just to keep from groaning out loud. Stay in control! I’m starting to feel f.ucking annoyed with myself.

„Daddy?” She whispers. f***k.

„Yes, baby?”

„W-what p-punishments… would you do… to me?” I freeze. For half a second, I’m completely gone. Images flash fast, violent and f.ucking filthy.

Oh, baby girl, why are you doing this to me… I know it’s not on purpose, but still… it kills me.

What would I do to you baby girl? The better question is what I wouldn't do… I would do every f.ucking f.ilthy thing I can think of. I can see it so clearly it feels real. Commanding you to strip slowly for me, watching those perfect t.its bounce free, then pulling you naked across my lap. I’d caress that gorgeous round ass first, feeling your n.ipples harden against my thigh, then bring my palm down hard and make you count every single stinging slap while whimpering. At the end, your little pink c.unt would be dripping down my leg, and I’d have to spread you open and smack that swollen c.lit too, just to reward my good girl for taking it so well…

„D-Daddy? Are you o-okay?” The daydream is so vivid, I was out of it for a moment, but her soft, worried voice snaps me back.

„Yes…” No. Stop. I clear my throat, adjust myself again under the table, fighting the urge to drag her onto my lap right here and make every filthy image real, but I force my mind back into place.

„That’s not something you need to worry about right now, little one.” I say finally. Controlled. Barely.

„We’re running late.” I check my watch like it’s a lifeline and stand.

„We need to leave. Now.” She blinks, confused. A little hurt.

„B-but Daddy… you didn’t…”

„Ninath!” I cut in, sharper than I meant to. We don’t have time for this now! We’ll talk about it later. Right now we have to hurry to the airport.” The second those words leave my mouth, I see fear flashing in her eyes and tears already forming. Please, not this again. f***k, I’m such an i.diot.

„Please don’t cry, little one.” I say quickly, my voice softening as I step around the table.

„I didn’t mean to raise my voice. I’m sorry. It’s 8:40, and the drive is fifteen minutes, so we have to hurry, okay? I’ll answer all your questions on the jet. I promise! Please, baby girl…” I reach out to caress her cheek, but she flinches back. That tiny movement rips my heart out. She was starting to open up, starting to trust, and I f.ucked it up. Predictable... Immediate silence as her eyes fill with tears. f***k.

„Hey, hey shh… no. No, baby, don’t cry, please.” I step closer cupping her face gently. She hesitates… then leans into my palm like she needs the touch more than air.

„I… I’m sorry. I’m trying…” I murmur, my thumb stroking her wet cheek. „This, this is new for me too.” Her lower lip trembles as she nods.

„We’ll talk about everything on the jet, okay?” A pause.

„Y-yes, Daddy…” Still trying to be good. Still trying to understand.

„Boss. Everything’s ready.” Emiliano clears his throat behind me.

„Good. Wait in the car.” I don’t look at him, keep holding her face, my thumb brushing away the last tear.

„Ready, little one?” She nods. Small smile. Still trusting me. Still choosing me.

„Y-yes, Daddy…”

„Okay, baby girl.” I say, my voice rough.

„Let’s go. A new life is waiting.” I take her hand and for a brief moment, I wonder if I just made the worst decision of my life, or the only one which I was supposed to make. Either way, I’m already too deep.