15. Eddie

Chapter 15

Eddie

Even after my Daddy and Rico dealt with Vance Cold, I could see that Mitch was still super-stressed.

But fortunately, it seemed like Rico had taken a shine to Mitch and decided to take him out for a nice ice-cold fruit drink over at the juice truck a few blocks over.

Mitch hasn’t been happy with the Daddy he was dating apparently and called the whole thing off, so maybe - just maybe - there might be something in this with Rico.

I didn’t mind being left to do some tidying… I had my Daddy with me after all!

‘Daddy, you were so brave,’ I say, my body still tingling with excitement from what I had witnessed this morning.

‘I did what I needed to do,’ Nico replies, smiling but looking serious too. ‘It’s no joke. I would never take another life if it wasn’t necessary.’

I nod.

I can see that Nico means every word.

Even as Nico and Rico were moving the dead bodies of Luca Conte and his thugs into the back of the Mafia ‘removals’ van that arrived, I could see that it was a somber moment.

Luca Conte and his thugs may have been bad men, but it was clear that Nico and Rico were respectful of their lives at least on a basic level. This was good to see, and it answered a lot of questions I guess I had been mulling over in my head.

All in all, I’m in no doubt that my Daddy is a good man.

Yes, he might do what some would see as bad things – but that doesn’t define him.

There’s so much more to Nico than the crimes he has to commit for the Mob.

Anyway, right now it’s just me and my Daddy in the bakery and we’re on clean up duty…

‘I don’t know how you get any work done here,’ Nico says, taking a moment to survey the total disaster next to what was the chocolate cake display before a six-foot four thug crashed into it with several bullets in his chest.

‘ Um , it’s not usually this messy?’ I reply, a little sass in my voice.

‘ Grrrrr ,’ Nico replies, struggling to hide his smile. ‘No, boy, that’s not what I mean. I’m referring to the fact that you’re surrounded by so much flavor and color. If it was me, I’d struggle to go five minutes without grabbing a cake and taking a big, chunky bite.’

‘Hehe,’ I giggle. ‘You’re so silly, Daddy!’

‘How so?’ Nico replies, arching his eyebrow.

‘I do eat a ton of the cakes when I’m here!’ I laugh. ‘Why do you think I love it so much? And how do you think we make such renowned delights? We taste test the heck out of everything!’

The pair of us laugh.

It feels good to at least return to some kind of normality after what’s been an intense morning.

We may be surrounded by bullet-busted displays and even some Mafioso blood on the floor, but right now the back-and-forth banter between me and my Daddy is keeping everything as wholesome as it could possibly be.

But when Nico removes his shirt to put it in the special disposal bag – an evidence thing to cover his tracks – I can’t help cast my eyes over his taught, strong upper-body.

‘Those tattoos. Drool !’ I blurt out, my cheeks blushing as the sight of my half-naked Daddy suddenly makes me feel all giddy. ‘Will you get a new one? You know, after what happened today.’

Nico stares back at me with his deeply soulful eyes.

‘That’s not quite how it works,’ Nico replies, smiling but with a look of wicked desire on his face. ‘Not for me, at least. But I will be getting some new ink soon, that’s for sure.’

I gasp as Nico steps toward me and puts both of his hand on my apron and swiftly unbuttons it and allows it to drop to the floor.

Another swift maneuver sees Nico remove my East Side Sugar t-shirt to leave me standing topless too.

‘Daddy, we’re matching!’ I giggle, my nervous energy kicking in as I realize that my Daddy is suddenly in a very different kind of mood.

‘We may be surrounded by cakes, but what I really want is to eat you,’ Nico says, leaning in and planting a perfect kiss on my lips.

Immediately, the electricity sparks up between us.

Maybe it’s a carry-over from the adrenalin caused by the shooting, but before I know what’s going on, we’re kissing passionately.

We can’t keep our hands off one another.

My hands are caressing and taking in Nico’s abs, triceps, and strong pecs.

Nico’s hands are squeezing my soft flesh, delighting in how cuddly and juicy my body is.

‘You’ve had a stressful morning,’ Nico says, breathless from excitement. ‘Allow me to help you relieve some of that stress, baby boy.’

Nico lifts me up and sits me down on the bakery counter.

Without saying another word, he opens my chinos and pulls them, along with my briefs, down to my ankles.

I giggle as my hard cock springs up to attention.

Even though I think I know what is coming, nothing can prepare me for the sight of Nico picking a cream-filled donut off the shelf next to him.

‘D-D-D-D-Daddy?’ I say, my excitement almost spilling over as my mind runs riot with possibilities. ‘W-w-w-what are you doing?’

But Nico doesn’t speak a word – he only smiles his devilishly attractive smile.

I gasp as Nico squeezes the donut and squirts thick, perfectly fresh cream all over my achingly hard cock.

Nico leans in close and begins to lick the cream, lapping with his tongue while his hands gently massage my balls.

With my legs hanging off the edge of the counter, I grip the solid wood surface with my hands and let out a moan of pure pleasure as Nico puts his lips over the top of my manhood and begins to swallow my cream-covered cock.

Donut cream and a blowjob? I think I actually might have died in that gunfight and gone to heaven!

I know I’m not going to last very long – well, durr ! Who would in my position?

All I can do is enjoy the moment as Nico shows me how much of an expert he is with his mouth as he sucks and swallows my cock in perfect rhythm to build me close to climax.

Suddenly, I feel my butt tensing on the wooden countertop.

In fact, my whole body is tightening.

‘Oh… my… goshhhhh !’ I groan, my orgasm coming on harder and faster than I could ever have dreamed.

Nico keeps sucking and devouring my dick as I cum, making sure that I am one hundred percent satisfied.

My body jerks forward as shoot out the last of my seed into my Daddy’s mouth and if it wasn’t for Nico’s strong arms holding my legs in place, I might just have fallen off the countertop.

‘Daddy… that was… amazing ,’ I say, my head still spinning from such a strong orgasm. ‘Can I return the favor?’

‘No, not just now,’ Nico says, smiling warmly as he wipes away some donut cream – or at least I think that’s what it is! – from his mouth. ‘That was a special treat for you. You can pay me back later. Right now I think it’s time we got back to work cleaning as much as this mess up as we can before Mitch and Rico return.’

‘Okay, Daddy,’ I say, my breathing still heavy and my brain only beginning to return to normal after what was a mind-blowingly good BJ.

As I slide off the countertop and pull my briefs and pants back up, I realize how lucky I am.

Not only has Nico risked his life for me and then proceeded to give me the best head I could ever dream of, but now he’s already back to work and helping me clean.

Talk about a dream Daddy… I think my young Mafia Daddy might just be the most perfect man in the whole of New York City.

After the clean-up operation at East Side Sugar we went back to Nico’s place.

After all the drama, it was nice to just chill – and how better to do that than snuggling on the couch in my favorite romper with my stuffie Squeeze, and my Daddy right beside me.

‘I feel so warm and cozy,’ I say as I nestle into Nico’s strong chest. ‘I think Squeeze likes you too, Daddy!’

‘Well, I like him too,’ Nico laughs. ‘I don’t speak stuffie language, so maybe you can pass that on to him?’

‘Stuffie language?’ I giggle. ‘Silly Daddy, stuffies speak whatever language their Little speaks!’

‘How silly of me,’ Nico says, rolling his eyes and breaking out into a wholesome smile. ‘Well, tell Squeeze that he’s welcome to stay here as long as he likes. But no stealing from the treat cupboard!’

I laugh.

It might seem strange given what I witnessed Nico do today with Luca Conte and his thugs, but my Daddy is a real sweetheart.

I can see that his life in the Mafia is one thing, but him as a person outside of his work is a totally different thing.

I guess some people can do the whole separating work from personal life thing pretty well – and it’s a good job that Nico can, of all people.

Me? I find that harder.

My mind is still on East Side Sugar, and my Daddy can tell…

‘Talk to me,’ Nico says, lifting my chin gently with his fingers. ‘Daddy needs to know what you’re thinking right now. I might be able to help.’

‘I’m worried that all the stress of going it alone as the business owner will be too much for Mitch,’ I say, glad to be spilling my worries. ‘He’s mentioned before about me investing with him and becoming a partner, but I just don’t have the money.’

I can see that Nico is thinking something.

Maybe it’s his Mafia poker-face, but I can’t work out what he’s planning in his head…

‘I think… how about this?’ Nico smiles. ‘I’ll buy half of the business for you. I’ve got the cash. Hell, I’ve got more cash than I’d need in a hundred lifetimes. And you know, a Mafia man always needs a business to invest his money in, right?’

I can’t quite believe what I’m hearing.

But I also know that when Nico speaks, he means what he says.

This is incredible, life changing news.

‘Daddy! Really?’ I say, wanting to hear Nico say it again.

‘I will buy you a fifty percent stake in East Side Sugar,’ Nico says, a look of total love in his eyes. ‘If that makes you a happy baby boy, then that’s more than enough reason for me to do it.’

I’m so happy right now I can hardly speak.

But I’ve got just about enough of my senses to say the one thing that truly matters…

‘Daddy, thank you,’ I say, wrapping my arms around Nico even tighter. ‘I love you more than every single donut and cream pie in the whole world.’

‘Wow, now I know you mean it!’ Nico laughs. ‘And I love you too baby boy. I always have done, and I always will.’

I’m a lucky Little.

I’ve found my Forever Daddy, and now am soon to be partners in my own Forever Bakery too.