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Ricardo needed to be a willing partner. He had to submit to me, to give me all his trust. There was no future together if he didn’t.
While my body warred over what we’d do about the boy who was lost and in need of our Daddy nature, my mind was enthralled with every suggestion he made to change the business. It was as if he knew exactly what I needed to keep things afloat.
Hell, he’d even found ways to bring in more revenue for both aspects of my empire.
The casinos were running better than ever. Each new change brought about bigger smiles from the staff and better income ratios from our finance department.
As for the darker side of things, even they felt a kinship with Ricardo. He didn’t just tell them what to do and sit back while they worked.
My boy dove in headfirst to assist. Whether it was moving product or cleaning up after a beating, he’d be there to help. It gave him the respect of my men far quicker than most people earned it.
Pip stood by my side one evening as I watched Ricardo and two other guys plan out the best route to bring in our next shipment of weapons. With all the stolen orders, we’d had to get creative on how things made it to us.
We also had to tighten our ranks of who knew about the plans in advance. So far, we’d only discussed theories in front of everyone. The final route would only be known to Henri, Pip, Ricardo, myself, and the driver — though that wouldn’t get to them until the day of.
“Think you should just fuck him, Boss. Would make things easier. Help you focus, yeah?”
I startled at Pip’s words. “Why? What? How did — ?”
“Easy! I’m just making a suggestion. He’s just as thirsty for it as you are. Always watching you when you aren’t looking and shit. You two are living together. Surely there’s time for a quick fuck. Wait… is it because it’s not quick? Do you need longer to get it up?”
The way his hand waved at my crotch made me snort. I covered my mouth to cover the sound, but it was too late. Several heads turned my way. Forcing a cough, I made it look like I was choking rather than amused.
Of course, Pip had to ruin it by cackling like a fucking lunatic. I wave the attention away, which works for nearly everyone.
Except there was one set of eyes that remained on me. They watched me closely, noting things I didn’t want them to see.
Ricardo took far too long to go back to what he was doing. By the time he looked away, I felt flayed open, like he’d stripped me bare and read every desire I had.
Question was, would he do anything about it, or would he continue to leave me pining like the lovesick Daddy I’d become?
CHAPTER 17
Ricardo
Pip holdinga gun to my head was troubling but not the end of the world.
Pip flirting with Pharrell right in front of me was enough to send me on a rampage.
I wasn’t even sure why it bothered me.
Liar.
My inner voice was a dick.
Ok, fine. I knew exactly why seeing the pair standing so close made me angry. Pip’s annoying smirk didn’t appear to get Pharrell’s attention all that much; however, knowing what we’d done and how he’d kept a straight face all day gave me little comfort.
What if they were fucking too? Could I share him like that?
Wait — what?! Share him?
I’m supposed to be avoiding him. Clearly, my inner dialogue was off after a day spent with Pharrell. It couldn’t be trusted to think rationally anymore.
This man made me irrational. I only wanted his approval. I wanted to know how he was feeling and what he was thinking.
Sure, I could have asked him all those questions.
The answers were what I was afraid of though.
