Page 9 of Assassin Daddy

‘Salut!’

‘Salut!’

And with that, the two men toasted one another and sipped on the finest of fine wines. A hitman and a boss. Looking from the outside, it might have appeared like they were equals in that moment. But the truth was something else entirely. Matteo had been given his latest assignment, and no matter how strange and out of character it seemed, he knew that he had no choice but to follow Alphonso’s orders to the letter.

And if that meant Matteo breaking his code and killing an innocent civilian, then that was what just had to happen.

Matteo knew that as soon as he left Fendi House, the clock would be ticking.

It was time to let his blood turn cold and his heart go black.

Matteo Fendi was a born killer, and tomorrow he would show his boss why he was the best in the business…

It hadn’t been a great night’s sleep. Far from it, in fact.

After arriving back at his townhouse the previous evening, Matteo had stalked around his townhouse with a sinking feeling in his stomach.

Despite Alphonso’s doublespeak and riddles, Matteo strongly suspected that the situation regarding one of his sons was far more complex than Alphonso was letting on. The very idea that Alphonso didn’t personally have enough money to pay off some unwanted gambling debts just didn’t wash. And it didn’t stack up that murdering an innocent civilian would somehow make the debt go away either.

But after finally getting some sleep, Matteo had woken that morning with a clear head.

‘I’m an assassin,’ Matteo muttered as he stood in the park on the other side of the city. ‘I don’t ask questions. I pull triggers.’

After receiving some specifics from one of Alphonso’s aides, Matteo knew where the target lived, where he liked to hang out, and what his typical morning routine looked like too.

With a cup of takeaway coffee in one hand and a small briefcase in the other, Matteo stood in the park and awaited his victim. To passersby, Matteo would have looked like a typical city worker. He was dressed in a smart suit, smart shoes, and a pair of Ray Ban sunglasses – to keep the sun out of his eyes and conceal his identify just in case.

Matteo slowly began to walk toward the bench that was opposite the coffee stand. His target would be arriving soon, or he would if the intel was accurate, and Matteo wanted to take a moment to get a good look at him.

Following this, Matteo would decide whether to execute that morning or wait until the evening. Whichever time Matteo chose, he knew that he needed to get it all wrapped up that day. Alphonso’s instructions and desire for this matter to be settled was crystal clear, and Matteo didn’t want to give his boss any reason to doubt him or his loyalty, particularly in a time of war.

Come on, where are you…

Show up, enjoy your last ever coffee…

And let me do the rest…

Matteo waited and let the cool morning breeze wash over him as he sipped on his coffee. So as to look less conspicuous, Matteo took his cell phone out of his pocket and decided to send a message to his friends. But before Matteo could start to type, the target came into view.

He was early.

He was young.

And he was the most beautiful and captivating young man that Matteo had ever seen in his entire life.

‘Fuck,’ Matteo muttered under his breath. ‘You have to be kidding me…’

But as much as Matteo was feeling all kinds of confused about his target, he knew that there was no backing out. The longer he waited, the harder it would get too.

The boy might have had the most beautiful smile and sweetest cheeks in the city, but Matteo knew that this wasn’t about him or his dick.

This was Fendi business.

And it was time to shoot his shot and move on to the next job…

Chapter 5

Kyan

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