Page 4 of Assassin Daddy

‘Fuck you!’ the doomed boss hollered, in one last stand of defiance. ‘Fuck you, and fuck the whole Fendi clan. I’ll be avenged. Don’t you worry about tha-’

But before the boss could finish speaking, the sound of a suppressed pistol momentarily filled the room. Matteo had taken his target out with a perfectly placed shot to the head. It was over. The job had been completed.

With the deceased boss slumped in his chair and a small splatter of blood on the wall behind him, it didn’t exactly look like a massacre. Perhaps the fallen security guards downstairs were a more reflective picture of what Matteo had done during his brief visit. Either way, Matteo wasn’t getting paid by the body. Matteo’s mission had been about one man and one man only. And now the job was done.

However this was far from the time to stand around and admire his handiwork as far as Matteo was concerned. He might have been relatively young, but he had been in the game long enough to know that the villa would soon be swarming with henchmen. Matteo had taken down the guards, and the man himself. But all that meant was that soon enough there would be a whole host of people trying to find out exactly what had gone down – and when that happened, Matteo knew that he needed to be as far away from the action as he possibly could.

It was time to get the hell out of Miami and find his way back home.

Injured thigh or not, it was time for Matteo to put his foot to the floor and make the perfect assassin’s exit…

PRESENT DAY

The private members club had a great swimming pool – and while he wasn’t an Olympic standard swimmer by any means, Matteo was more than competent enough to cut through the water and get his heart going during his morning swim.

‘Yup, that’ll do it,’ Matteo said to himself as he finished off his final length of the pool and checked his sports watch.

With his heart suitably racing and the fiftieth length completed in a solid time, Matteo knew that the members club sauna was calling his name. He might have been in his early forties, but Matteo was still very much focused on keeping his body and mind as active as he could.

As he walked up the steps in the pool’s shallow end, Matteo couldn’t help but notice two boys checking him out. It was at this point that Matteo remembered that it was a rare day for him if he managed to go through a swim and sauna session without being eyed up by some of the health club’s affluent young men.

‘Morning,’ Matteo said, nodding respectfully to the young men as he walked past them.

Matteo allowed himself a subtle smile as he entered the safety of the sauna room. It was always nice to get complimentary looks from men, but Matteo was very much a single man – or to put it more precisely, a single Daddy.

Those guys were hot.

But they weren’t my kind of boy.

Pffft. Not many are…

Matteo leaned back against the sauna’s wooden walls and let out a long sigh. His heart was still pumping blood around his body at a rapid rate, but soon enough Matteo could feel normal service being resumed.

In nothing but his pair of jet-black speedos, Matteo’s tanned body glistened in the subdued lighting of the sauna room. Withstrong shoulders, defined pecs, and a washboard stomach that an Instagram influencer would kill for, Matteo’s body was more than a match for most men.

The reality of being an assassin in the game for over twenty years was that Matteo had to take every step he could to keep himself ahead of the competition. With numerous attempts on his life from other gangs and criminal organizations, Matteo was a man with a target on his own head. It was just the way things were. And as much as he possibly could be, Matteo was comfortable with that.

From the small circular scar on his left shoulder, down to the double bullet wound scar on his lower abs, Matteo was more than aware of a what a battle scar looked like. And this was without mentioning the long, jagged knife wound on his thigh…

‘Shit. I remember that one like it was yesterday,’ Matteo muttered. ‘The so-called Massacre in Miami…’

Matteo cast his mind back to the kill that effectively made his name in the Fendi family, and put him on the path that had brought him to living the kind of life that he did.

With a penthouse suite apartment, exclusive health club memberships, and a garage of classic cars, Matteo didn’t want for much in his life. On top of that, Matteo would dine out at the city’s finest restaurants and have VIP access to the kinds of bars that gave him the privacy to enjoy a hassle free drink with his friends without fear of thugs or rival gang members confronting him.

Life was good.

But Matteo knew that he was missing something… and that something was a Little to make his own.

Matteo had long known that he was a Daddy. Most of the higher-ups in the Fendi family knew that Matteo was a Daddy too – and it was very much considered to be his own personal lifestyle choice, not a problem as long as it didn’t interfere with his work.

But as much as his bosses didn’t care, Matteo still hadn’t been able to take the steps toward finding the right boy to make his Little. Matteo had various flings over the years, and some of them even briefly flickered into something longer. However the story always played out the same. When it came to making the final commitment, Matteo had always stepped back and retreated into his own private life.

It might have been a deep rooted fear of commitment.

It could have been the knowledge that he could die to a revenge killing on any given day.

Or it might just have been because he hadn’t actually met the right boy for him.

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