Mafia Daddies Between My Thighs

Chapter 121: Chapter ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE

ANGEL

”Put the gun down, Angel.” Damien said calmly. The voice he’d used when he was teaching me something — a lesson, a skill, a new way to please him. The teaching voice that expected obedience.

Like we were back in that room on the island and he was showing me how to kneel properly and all I had to do was listen and everything would be fine.

”Get that thing away from him.” I stood, naked as I was with my full body on display, and aimed at Damien. My arms extended. My grip... not so steady.

Vincenzo shoved Jillian to the floor. She crumpled on the ground with a wet sob, both hands clutching her destroyed eye, and Daddy didn’t spare her so much as a glance. He stepped over her body the way you’d step over something dead on the road and faced Damien.

The room changed. I felt it. The way the energy shifted when these two men locked eyes. Like two storms colliding in a space too small to contain either one. Vincenzo was unarmed. Damien had the weapon and the advantage. And judging by that perfect smirk, he knew it. My fingers wrapped tighter around my gun.

I’d done this before. I could do this. But this was different from the shooting range, back there Daddy didn’t have a gun pointed at him and now my fingers were starting to tremble. If I missed and Damien killed Daddy — the thought alone made my stomach fold in on itself. Or maybe it was my body rejecting to kill Damien, and that would be worse because I did want to kill him.

So why was my finger trembling?

I want to kill him.

Trust me, I really did.

I hated him that much. . . Yet.

”You came all this way just to point a gun at me?” Daddy’s voice was low and taunting. ”You could have done that from the doorway.”

”I wanted to be close.” Damien’s smile was razor thin. ”I wanted you to see my face when I take her.”

”The only face she’s going to see is mine. Tonight. Tomorrow. Every night after.” Daddy took a half step forward and Damien’s weapon tracked the movement but Daddy didn’t stop. ”You’re not taking anyone.”

”Who’s going to stop me from taking my baby girl? Fuck knows we’ve been apart for far too long.” He rolled his neck massagingly. ”I gave her to you with my cum still inside her and you returned her to me while she’s pointing a gun at me. Impressive, I must say. You’ve been busy with my little girl, Vin. Teaching her all sorts of new tricks.”

”The only trick she needs is the one where she forgot you ever existed. And she already did that,”

Guilt pierced through my heart at those words. I was hesitating and Daddy didn’t know this. The thought sprang tears in my eyes which I blinked.

Damien’s expression tightened. He glanced at me briefly, his gaze raked over me, something dark and possessive burning in his eyes. ”You’ll do well to keep that toy down, baby,”

No. I had to protect Daddy... he was more important than anyone and anything... even if I have to kill Damien for it.

This was it. Simple. I could do this. Could I?

Yes.

I can.

For Daddy.

I’d kill everyone who tried to come between us. Even if it was a ghost that should have stayed buried.

”I’d advise you to do the same. Ask Daddy, I’m good with these kind of toys,” My voice came out steadier than I felt. I was shaking inside but I’d be damned if he saw it.

His gaze narrowed at my emphasis on the word Daddy. I saw it. The jealousy. The rage in his eyes. Then Damien smiled again, that lazy grin that showed the sharp edge of his tooth.

”Obey now like you always do and I might use my cock to pound you later tonight as a reward, and not stuffing your pussy with bullets as punishment,”

”You come near her and I’ll pull your spine out through your mouth.”

Damien laughed. Short and sharp. ”Still playing the protective father? Don’t worry Vin, after you’re gone, I’m going to take care of her. We’ll one of our babies after you if you are watching from hell,” Damien looked at me, ”What do you think little girl? We’ll have a mini Vincenzo running around, you’ll like that won’t you, baby? Something to remember your dearest father by,”

Daddy moved at that. A single step forward. But Damien wasn’t as distracted as he thought.

”Vin. I’m not as stupid as Jillian, Vin. Don’t insult me.” The weapon stayed trained on Vincenzo’s chest without a tremor. ”Also your only weapon is in my sister’s eye socket. Guess that means I win this round.”

”I don’t need anything in my hands to kill you, Damien.” Daddy said flatly. ”You know that. You’ve always known that.”

”Maybe.” Damien conceded, his head tilting. ”Your men aren’t here. Mine aren’t either, but I don’t need men or hands.” He lifted the weapon slightly. ”I just need this.”

Damien’s finger rested on the trigger and his eyes went hard and for one breathless second I thought he was going to do it. I thought I was about to watch my father die. The air in the room compressed. My lungs forgot how to work.

”See how easy it will be, Vin?” Damien was still smiling even though his eyes were a grey ice. The silence between them hummed, neither blinking. I could feel the violence building between them like static before lightning. They were reading each other, waiting for the other to make a mistake.

”I just want my little girl back, Vin. But she’s going to choose me on her own.” His eyes moved to me. That grey gaze softening into something that made my skin crawl.

”She already chose.” Daddy said quietly. ”She chose when she pointed that gun at you instead of me.”

”She’s just a little confused, but we will clear that real soon,” Damien looked at me again, ”Look at what I’m holding, Angel.” He said.

I really looked. The weapon was unlike anything I’d seen — too small for a standard firearm, too complex for a taser. It had two barrels, stacked. A selector switch on the side. Sleek matte finish.

”My own design,” Damien said, an almost pride in his voice. ”Hybrid. Fires a projectile round or a taser charge. Dual function. Right now, it’s set to taser. I don’t want to kill your father, Angel. I just want to put him down long enough to take what’s mine and walk out of here.” His voice dipped lower. Intimate. His other hand beckoned to me, ”Baby girl, come to me, we can continue where we left off before this motherfucker came between us,”