All Chapters of Mafia: My Father's Nemesis : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Six’s POVMy stomach twisted and I touched it, groaning.Gotta get some food inside of me.Food in my personal hell had been scraps mostly. There was nothing substantial to put in my body and now it felt as if my stomach was eating itself. I rinsed the shampoo and conditioner out of my hair before I stepped out and grabbed a towel that had been left out on the counter for me. As I glanced around, I noticed my clothes were gone."Hey, where's my stuff?" I called."I had them thrown away," Amadeo called back.Anger shot through me and I clenched the towel tightly. Yes, my things were ratty and horrible, but they were mine. I stormed over to the door, ripped it open and there he sat on the edge of the bed, staring at me with a drink in his hand."Excuse me?""I believe you heard exactly what I said.""That was my shit!""All of it was disgusting. You will get new clothes," he nodded to the dresser. "There are more in there and the closet. But I already left you some on the bathroom count

Amadeo’s POVSix crammed food in his face like it was going to disappear if he didn't. I left him to eat and walked into the kitchen while a woman cleaned up the blood. I did the same to myself, cleaning off the specks of crimson that had been left behind when I crushed Angelo's hand. It rinsed off my skin and swirled around the drain before the pink water was whisked away.I took a second and dried my hands as I stared off into the distance. Six had looked genuinely upset when I hurt Angelo. He's a lot more delicate than I thought. I had to rein in my temper or I was going to make him terrified of me.Isn't that what I want?The question remained, but the truth was that I didn't know what I wanted when it came to Six. I knew I wanted him but I switched from desiring fear to adoration and back again. He was a complication. I should turn him loose and go about my life if I wasn't going to punish him for stealing my money.But I couldn't bring myself to do it.I tossed the dish towel do

Six’s POVWhat is he going to do? I had gotten used to him making me get rid of my clothes for spankings, was this that? It didn't feel like it. As I pulled off my shirt and pushed the rest of my clothes down my hands shook slightly and I tried to force them to be still. Amadeo didn't rush me however, he simply stood there, watching. Finally, I straightened up and he patted the counter. I hopped up on it and sucked in a deep breath.Amadeo undid his sleeves and rolled them up his forearms. I caught sight of one of his tattoos, a skull, gun, and rose. I stared at it before my eyes ran up the length of his muscled arms, veins protruding against his olive skin.Mesmerized, I completely forgot that I was naked until he laid a hand on my thigh."Open your legs."My mouth went dry. "Why?""You ask too many goddamn questions," he growled before he squeezed my leg. "Open them. Wide.""Yes, Daddy.”I tried to force them open, but my body kept resisting the order that my brain gave. Amadeo stoo

Amadeo’s POVHe took his time climbing off of the bed and standing in front of me. When he looked up at me I grinned."Hurry up," I taunted.Six huffed. "Has anyone ever told you that you're a real asshole?""Yes, everyone including you." I tilted my head. "Why should I be nice?""If you were just a little nicer, maybe I wouldn't want to punch you in the face every day," he muttered as he reached out and began to unbutton my black shirt."You want to punch me?" I asked. "Do it."Six looked as if he was honestly contemplating it and that just made me want him even more. Instead of taking me up on my offer, however, he went back to undoing my shirt before he opened it up and his eyes searched my chest. I knew he was taking in the myriad of tattoos there and I let him.Reaching out, I grabbed the back of his thigh and he blinked at me. I couldn't stop touching him. Everything about Six felt so much more real than anything else in my life. Being who I was, it wasn't easy to let anyone in

Six’s POVAmadeo Bianchi had broken my brain.How could I have fallen for that shit?Why did it feel so good?Last night was burned into my brain. Every kiss and caress was permanently seared into my soul and I couldn't get that monster of a man out of my head. The way he grinned at me, the growl in his voice. It was like I was still there, still wrapped in his arms as he took me apart.I had tried to keep up my walls, to keep him at bay, but he had crossed the line making me look at him. Making me feel things I didn't want to feel.The word Daddy had slipped out of my mouth so easily and it had felt right.I dragged myself out of bed as the sun hit my face. Groaning, I took a step and felt soreness lace up my backside. My hole throbbed and I reached back to run a finger over it. Immediately, I thought about Amadeo. How he'd pinned me to the bed and fucked me feverishly. My face heated and I quickly snatched my hand away."What the hell is wrong with me?”Amadeo had exposed something