I yawn, still tired, and nuzzle into him. “Yes, Daddy. Just sleepy.”
He cuddles me and I let time float by, my mind fuzzy, and not at all ready to face reality. Eventually, though, it seeps into me. I straighten, panic once again overtaking me.
“What’s wrong, Piccolo?”
“Fuck. I know what Hollis did to Javi! He’s going to kill me! He already hates me!” My voice goes up an octave, but I try not to acknowledge it. It’s not that I’m afraid of Hollis… Yeah, I can’t even lie in my own brain. The man terrifies me. He holds my Emilio, and that…that means he holds my life too.
“Don’t worry about it,” Tennant says firmly.
“How can I not?! Daddy, he’s going to kill me!” I try to wiggle out of Tennant’s arms.
Another smack on the ass has me stopping my movements, and I stare into Tennant’s eyes, amazed at the expression I find there. I…I’m too scared to say what it means. But I choke back the questions I want to ask, more worried about whether I’ll even be allowed to live long enough to find the answers.
“Listen to me, to your Daddy. I promise, I’ll take care of it. He won’t hurt you. Do you trust me?” Tennant asks, and I shiver against him.
We’re standing on the edge of what could be, and I can either jump or cling to the foolish edge of this cliff. Staring at him, I find myself finally trusting another person. The fact it’s Tennant will never not surprise me. But then again, my Emilio chooses well.
“I trust you.” I whisper it quietly at first, before saying it again, reinforcing it. “Yes, Daddy. I trust you. Completely.”
“Then let me handle this for you. I’ll take care of it. I give you my promise.”
My breath catches, knowing how seriously he takes promises. “I will.”
With that, he helps me get up, letting me curl the blanket around myself, since torture warehouses seem to run chilly. With a gentle smile, he cups my cheek, leaning his forehead against mine.
“Let’s grab some new clothes and get out of here. It’s time we move forward. Not backward.”
It’s so like what was in my own mind, all I can do is smile and follow. And fuck, for once, following is what I want to do. I wonder what Javi will have to say about this…
The pocket twins have spoiled me. Hollis too, as I can carry him even though he’s only a few inches shorter than I am. Sandro is another thing entirely. Thanks to a steady diet, workout regimen, and—most recently—the hours he spends on his feet every day baking, he’s back to the physique he was before the kidnapping and his fall from grace.
What a physique it is, too.
The image of my cock buried where no others have been before… It’s a heady experience that I want to enjoy again and again. I have plans for my Piccolo.
Fuck, how did this even happen?
I had meant nothing more than to take care of him for Emilio. The Little Monster is so under my skin that I’d do anything to keep him happy and safe, even if it meant taking his unruly Master in hand. It wasn’t supposed to turn into this.In no universe was I supposed to become Allesandro Martelli’s Daddy. But, when he looks at me with his bright blue eyes, I remember the man he was, the man that returned to us, and the man my Baby Boy so fiercely advocates for.
Somewhere in between all that is a man who never had the opportunities Cristian and I did. Yes, what we lived through was fucked up. I won’t lie and say our past isn’t the reason why Cristian so cruelly burned his bridges. It’s what he was taught to do, after all. We made it so only the two of us ever mattered.
It’s why, when he saved first Doc and then Sinclair, I disagreed. Cris and his soft heart, though… He tried to do what I did for him: offer up a safe place amongst the darkness. Fucking idiot. All it got him was a snarky doctor who doesn’t know his place, and a psychopathic lawyer with a merry band of minions who manipulates the law to his will. Whatever Cristian was trying to create—a fucked-up family of his own, maybe—it didn’t work. At least not in the way he wanted.
My new Boy, however…he created the family he never had, just in fucked-up, unconventional ways. I can respect that. I might not agree with his methods, and how he ordered them all to be loyal to him before they were ready, but I get what he was going for. Now…it’s time to show him how to have the family he wants without all the pain and bullshit.
Him and Cristian both.Fuck, Javi and Roman are right; I need to hash it out with that asshole.
With a gentle hand on his back, I lead Sandro to his room. Helping him undress, I watch with amusement as he squirms. It shouldn’t be so adorable, but reducing this larger than life man down to nothing more than a Boy to mold as my own? There’s no greater feeling as a Daddy than seeing my Boy come into his own. Sandro isn’t there yet, but by the time I’m finished with him, he will be.
I tuck him into bed and sit at his side, brushing his hair back. “Sleep. I’m here, Piccolo.”
He shudders. “Y—you don’t have to stay, you’ve already done so much.”
“Hush. I’m the Daddy here.” Leaning down, I kiss him gently. “I might go see Hol for a bit, but I’ll be back.”
“You don’t have to. I know you have other lovers, more responsibilities than I do. You don’t owe me anything.”
“Are you going to be a naughty boy now and argue with your Daddy?”
