Both men instantly apologize. That was Daddy’s “fuck around and find out” voice, and I liked it. He’s so growly and manly.
The corner of his mouth twitches up, and he knows the effect his voice is having on me.
“Everything about you is so sexy,” I blurt and then blush the color of the sun.
“Why thank you, rabbit.” He kisses my hand and pulls me close.
“So where is your bro?” Mal asks, clearly trying to stop us from making out again.
“He went to see our mom.”
“Why didn’t you go?”
“Because my homophobic asshat of a father doesn’t agree with my life choices and she chose his side.”
“Let me take care of him for you,” Lex growls in my ear.
“No,” I say sternly.
“That sucks, but you have your bro, and you have us now. And I’m sure when you meet Chef, she’ll adopt you too. It’s her sworn duty in life to feed everyone she meets.”
“That sounds nice. Brendan and I don’t cook much.”
“What do you eat then?”
“Nuggets,” I answer, and all three men laugh.
“Chef is going to make it her personal mission to expand your palate.”
“I don’t like sardines,” I say sternly.
“Gross,” Tag spits. “Who does?”
“I do,” Mal answers.
“Of course you fucking would,” Tag accuses, and they start arguing again. So I tune them out and focus on Daddy.
Daddy, swoon.
I have a hot-as-fuck Daddy, and he’s a mob boss.
Yep, I just said that.
My Daddy is a mob boss.
Actually, it doesn’t feel that scary.
“Where is your house?”
“Just outside the city about ten minutes.”
“It’s a mansion, isn’t it?” I tease.
“Stereotypical, I know.” He lifts an arm. “Come here, rabbit.” I gladly move over, and he snuggles me in close, placing a soft kiss on my head.
Sighing happily, I say, “I missed this.”
“Being with me?”
