Wet for my Mafia Daddy

VINCENT’S POV :-

“Boss. This is the guy who’s been leaking our transport information to the Dirigeants. He's in the cargo department and I doubt that he was the one responsible for the missing shipment last week. What should we do with him now?”

Leaning back on the leather seat of my Rolls Royce, I opened the first two buttons of my shirt, revealing a little sight of my muscular chest. Looking at the picture of the traitor in the iPad my right-hand man Hugo presented, I let out a deep breath and closed my eyes to vision what punishment I could give him.

“Bring him to the base and skin him. Hang that bastard upside down where everyone can see him bleed slowly to death. They need to witness the punishment for betraying me.”

“Yes, boss.”

It was a long day for me and being able to return home after a tough week, I just want to get in bed and sleep. So I didn't open my eyes and tried to take some rest when all of a sudden the car came to an abrupt stop with a loud screeching noise, making me almost slip and hit the front seat.

“Do you have a fucking death wish? Who hired you as my fucking driver?”

“Sorry, boss. I'm really sorry. Someone just came in the way. I'll see what she wants right away..”

“She?”

It’s almost the middle of the night and it’s raining cats and dogs outside. Why would any sane person be on the streets of this part of New York at this hour? Especially a female...

Sitting up straight I looked through the moving windshield wipers and saw the person who came in front of the car. And as soon as my eyes fell on her, I got lost in a dream with my open eyes.

A young girl in her early twenties was standing in front of the car wearing only a thin white nightdress, soaked and stuck with her body in the rain. Her long black hair was damp and sticking to her face, but still the bruises on her face were clearly visible through it. The dark circle under her right eye, the cut on her lip and the red swollen forehead were all popping out nicely on her fair skin.

The driver caught hold of her arm and pushed her away from the car to clear the path. But in my vision, she was still in front of my eyes. She was crawling on top of the car’s hood, wearing nothing but a sexy black lingerie. She was looking at me seductively, inviting me to go to her and test her delicious body.

‘Come to me, Daddy... Fuck me.. Make me come with that hot cock of yours..’

With a whisper of her voice, I saw myself behind her, covering her little back with my naked body as my arm wraps around her neck, and my index finger slips into her mouth to play with her tongue.

‘Yes, Daddy... I want more..’

The more she moaned, the more it aroused the beast inside me, driving me wild for her steaming body on the cold rainy night...

“Boss? Boss, are you okay? We’re home.”

Hugo’s call brought me back to reality and looking around I saw that we had reached my mansion and she was nowhere near my sight.

“Find that girl and bring her to me. I want her.”

With that order, I got out of the car and straight inside my house to take a cold shower and jerk off the heat she put me in.

Who was that girl? Why didn’t I find her before? I need her. I need her little mouth around my cock. I need her on my bed, squirming with pleasure. I have to have her now. At any cost...

“Fuck.”

I let out a groan in pleasure while I shoot my thick white cum all over my bathroom wall, imagining the ass of that chic, before drying myself off and going to bed for the night. Tomorrow’s another big day for me because tomorrow I’m going to smuggle out the biggest shipment of drugs in American history.

You might be wondering by now, who am I and what is my business. Well…

My name is Vincent Louis Burke and I’m the mafia king of America. My grandfather was the first mafia leader to rule over the world, then my father and now me. It’s kind of our family business now.

12 years ago my father was killed in a bloody gang war and I took over his business at the age of 22. But in these 12 years, I have brought our group ‘The Devils’, to a place that he couldn’t do in his entire lifetime. I joined hands with Italian and Mexican mafias, and killed many of my enemies, becoming the most ruthless mafia king the world has ever seen. But there’s this one that I can’t get rid of. Hubert Araujo, the mafia godfather of Canada, whose group is recognized as the 'Dirigeants’. My biggest enemy. Once I get rid of them, the world will be under my feet. I can already see it.

I admit that I’m ruthless, selfish, possessive, manipulative, and have every other bad characteristic there could be in a person. I like flirting, hooking up with different girls, and being a monster in bed, with the intention of never settling for one girl. In short, I’m a fucking huge red flag.

But I’m proud of myself because that’s how you become a mafia king. You need to be heartless to rule the world. You need to stomp your emotions under your feet to reach success. You need to be free to be fearless. And now that I’m so close to touching the top, I’m not going to give it up for anything or anyone. Ever...