I shouldn’t do this. It’s dangerous. If Dad ever found out … If our enemies ever found out … And all it would take is one slip on my part. One little glance, one mistake.
But dear God, I can’t help myself.
While I stroke faster and faster, the movie plays out my darkest fantasies. The Latino actor, “Hector,” bends over the back of an old couch, and the Italian, “Guido,” lubes up his cock. He takes his lube-slick fingers and slides them into Hector’s ass. Hector moans and fists his own throbbing cock, begging Guido to hurry. Having seen this movie dozens of times, I mouth the lines along with the actors.
“Please,mi amor! Don’t tease me.”
“I’m not teasing you, Hector. I’m prepping you for my monster cock. You can’t take it without some foreplay. If I just ram it into you, I’ll hurt you.”
“Then hurt me. Destroy me. I want you inside me more than I can stand.”
The dialogue is terrible and corny, but when Guido eases his dick into Hector’s tight ass, the sight is enough to set me off. Hot cum shoots out of me, spilling over my hand and dripping down onto the suede.
Damn. I’ll have to have it cleaned. Again.
Before I can get up for a towel, my phone buzzes on the coffee table. I snatch it up and check the screen. Dad. Fuck.
“Hey, pops. What’s up?” I wasn’t expecting a call from Dad until it was time for the next meeting. Did the timetable get changed?
“Good evening, Matteo.”That’s Dad—always formal.“I have a proposition for you, son.”
Great. That usually precedes an offer to find me a date. I’m not in the mood for this. “What’s the proposition, Dad? I hope you’re not trying to set me up again.”
Dad’s tone deepens, and irritation seeps into his voice.“I won’t live forever, Matteo. You should settle down while there’s still time. It’ll be harder to build a family if you’re in charge. Trust me. I’ve been there.”
“I’m barely in my thirties, Dad. I have plenty of time. Besides, men can father children well into old age. What’s the rush?”
“Don’t sass me, Matteo. This is serious. Family is important. You should start while you’re young, so you can be a father to your children. Raise them right, teach them the family business. You can’t do that if you’re an old geezer. What if we both get taken out in the next few years? Someone will have to take over.”
“My hypothetical kids would have to be more than a few years old to take over, Dad.” Finally finding a towel, I switch the phone to my other hand so I can wipe up the mess I left on the couch. “Didn’t Grandpa try that with you? What did they call you? Kid Mangione? Not exactly a fear-inducing moniker.”
“All the more reason to start a family now. The sooner you start, the older they’ll be when the time comes.”
“What’s this ‘they’? How many kids do you expect me to sire?”
“As many as your wife can push out. Maybe more. I’d accept bastards as well, but ideally they’d be legitimate.”
Jesus! Dad’s not playing. “You can’t expect me to populate the entire next generation of the Syndicate, Dad! And what’s this ‘wife’ business? Who’s to say I want to settle down now, or ever?”
Dad’s voice rises to a volume that would terrify his most jaded of associates.“I am tired of these games, Matteo! I’ve tolerated your antics for long enough. Either you find a wife on your own, or I find one for you.”
I’m not deterred. It’s going to take a lot more than yelling to scare me. “How about a compromise? If you find me a wife—in name only—I’ll fill as many specimen cups as you want. Line up the women and break out the turkey baster. You’ll have a whole army of Mangiones to run the Syndicate after we’re both gone. We can fill a whole fucking stadium, for Christ’s sake.”
“You will not use our Lord and Savior’s name like that!”
Ear-splitting scream or no, I won’t back down. “We can argue all day, Dad, but nothing’s going to change. Take my offer or leave it. I don’t care right now.”
“If your dear, sainted mother could hear this—”
“If Mom was still alive, I’m sure she’d side with me. You can order me to follow in your footsteps as far as the Syndicate goes, but my personal life is mine. You either accept that I won’t be more than a sperm donor for you, or you find some other way to continue the Mangione legacy after we’re both dead. I’m tired of this fucking argument.”
To avoid further headache, I shut my phone completely off. Not recommended when my dad’s in a mood—or ever—but I don’t care. My evening’s ruined, and if Dad really wants to lay into me, he can come down here and do it in person.
Chapter 4
Matt
I shouldn’t have tempted fate.
