Mi Papa Me Folla Novels & Stories

My future father in law, Misha, might be here today as well so I tossed in his favorites as well. I love my future father in law. He’s insisted I can call him Papa, so I do. He’s so jolly for a mafia man, but he can be serious when he needs to be. Papa has always been so welcoming to me in to their family and treats me like his daughter. He encourages me and supports me just like my own parents do. I enter the casino and make my way with my boxes of baked goods to Max’s office. I know my way around here and our other business. I knock on Max’s office door, and he opens it.

He excused himself to answer it. " Hi, baby Mia," he smiles into his phone's camera. " Papa," a sweet baby voice says. Papa? I didn't know he was a dad. " I miss you, Papa. When are you coming home?" " I'm showing a friend around the pack, but I'll come home to you soon," he tells the little girl. " Okay, can you please ask Mommy to send over Mr. Joji? She forgot to pack him, and now, Gigi is lonely," she says.

"Seriamente?! Papi?!" "I promise you, Michela," Jack slyly said. "If you let him go, tomorrow he'll let you have all the gelato you want." "Siii! Sei il miglior papà del mondo!" (Yes! You're the best daddy in the whole world!). She flooded her father with kisses while he was faking a glower at his big brother. "You can go but not for too long. Grazie, Papi." *** "Well?" Gena said.

He didn't seem to notice I had no clue what to do next. “I want you to do as I say,” he said suddenly, sitting up straight while he started unbuttoning his trousers. “Yes,” I whispered, biting my finger. “Earlier you called me Papa. I like the sound of it.” He pulled his trousers down. I nodded fast. “Yes, Papa.” It sounded so filthy coming out of my mouth. Normally I call him Papa Enzo, like Sophia calls him Grandpa Enzo. The fact that he was basically a grandfather figure to me, older, experienced, streaks of grey in his hair, and now about to fuck me made the excitement twist in a dirty way. I know everyone thinks about forbidden older men at least once, I mean I do.

Cooking always calms her down. “Tanya, you look after your mama while we’re gone,” Papa instructs. “Yes, Papa,” she replies. Tanya was the first to call him Papa, where it took Maryo a couple of years. He still alternates between Mr. Andre Vittorio and Papa. It was easier for both to switch from Mrs. Alica Vittorio to Mama, though. Papa was a heritage of Italian-Russian ancestry and Mama was a pure Filipina. Just to please Mama, we all eat twice as much. It feels like I’m going to burst by the time I stand up from the table. I press a kiss to Mama’s cheek before giving her a tight hug, then move to Tanya to hug her quickly.

Papa said, stood up and left the study. Every step we take out of the study has my heart breaking, and in a split second, I yanked my hands from Pete’s hands and rushed after my papa. “Papa, let’s call on Dario. I’m sure he has the resources to get here in time!” I shouted as I ran after my papa’s figure. On hearing my voice, Papa stopped and then turned back. From where I am, I can’t see his expression clearly. “Isla…” I didn’t hear what he said as another loud explosion shook the walls and filled the air.

The flies were already beginning to buzz and vultures circled overhead. We were led forward, walking over the dead bodies of our people who had given their lives for our failed escape attempt. "Oh look. Your family has joined us." Papa was on his knees chained with silver, bloody and battered. He began to struggle anew as he saw us. "How touching." The man mocked. Then the man kicked Papa in the head so he hit the ground. He grabbed Papa's hair, lifting his face off the ground. "Never thought I'd see the day Julian Romano kissed the ground beneath my feet." He gave a cruel laugh and I recognized him at once.

Papa, today is my first day of shoot," she looked up again "Can you send me those flowers and gifts again.. please, will you spoil and pamper me today.. please, I need it, I need to be spoiled today, please papa, please," No matter how hard she tried, a tear slid out of her eye and she sobbed "Please papa, come back, today is my first da..," she choked bad, unable to speak anymore, just then there was a knock on the broken door "Mam, these are for you,"

I have so much on my hand right now and adding to it will just make things worse for me seriously when it’s a difficult task that requires patience but Papa doesn’t want that. Walking into the study room where Papa is, I speak in Italian, the only language he and I normally communicate with. "Buon pomeriggio papà, ho sentito che mi stai cercando. [Good afternoon Papa, I heard you are looking for me.]" My relationship with Papa is quite formal; it’s more like an employee and boss thing. It's not the typical father-son connection that you see in movies. It's all about professionalism and getting the job done.

I chimed in enthusiastically, pumping my fist into the air. "R-right now?!" Mama asked in a shocked tone, her eyes rounding completely as she stared at Papa in disbelief. "Why not? I possess all the power and capability to arrange everything in the blink of an eye, Melissa... in case you've forgotten who I truly am," Papa countered with absolute confidence, curling his lips into a thin smile that looked so charming for his age.