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Instantly, I regress into Little mode. I picture heading to the Little Bunny Club with these boys and playing with them. Little Land would be great to visit, too. It's hard making Little friends in the city.
I didn't realize Constantine knows an entire group of people who're into this lifestyle. That makes me so happy inside, because I might make friends if I play my cards right.
I stare into Constantine's eyes. "And the Antonovs will never turn on your family?" My heart throbs in my chest. "I couldn't live with myself if that happened, Daddy. I don't like danger or violence."
I'm the wimpiest person I know. I can't even watch a horror movie without sleeping with the lights on.
"Never. We do business together across the city. And we see each other every weekend at various clubs. Gianluca dresses the Antonovs' wounds whenever they come back from mob battles. They also help us with the Diavolos."
Something dark zings across my insides. "Who're the Diavolos?"
Constantine stares into my eyes. I can tell what he's about to say is serious.
"The Diavolo brothers are our mortal enemies in New York. They sided with the Ricci family in the great turf war with the Antonovs. We turned on them when they turned against our friends."
My fingertips go numb. "I didn't realize you had enemies."
"We're in a battle with the Diavolos. They plant men across the city to attack us. We can't afford to slip up."
My head spins. Never in my life did I expect Constantine to be involved with the Mafia lifestyle. He lives a dangerous life that I can barely fathom.
I wrap my arms around Constantine's neck. "Thank you for telling me this, Daddy. I'm glad you trust me."
"Don't tell anybody this information, boy. If you do, I'll chop off your pinky finger."
I squeal and leap back in my seat. "Oh my Gosh! I can't live without my pinky."
For real. If I lost my pinky, how would I be able to research aliens? I need my fingers, thank you very much.
I suppose I could use voice control to operate a computer. But then again, my voice always hurts from acid reflux. Hence the reason for this goddamn appointment. Maybe if Dr. Gianluca's specialist friend fixes me up, I won't mind losing my pinky so much.
Constantine lets out a laugh. "Kidding, sweetheart. I wouldn't dream of hurting you."
"I know. You can't even spank me for a punishment. No offense, but I can't picture you bringing a knife to my hand."
Constantine smirks. "Don't test me. I can spank like a porn star when the time calls for it."
I snuggle against Constantine's chest. This man lives a crazy life that I couldn't dream about. But he's also friends with Littles that I can play with, and he attends to my needs, so I know I won't be lonely anymore.
"My Mafia Daddy." I kiss Constantine. "You're so scary. But never with me."
Constantine rubs his nose back and forth. "I'll kill anyone who hurts you."
That's what I love about Constantine. He'll rip anyone else's face-off, but he's a melted chocolate chip cookie with me.
Constantine heaves me into his arms. "Time for your appointment, boy."
I inhale a deep breath. "Okay, Daddy."
"Hey." Constantine runs his thumb across my lower lip. "I'll hold your hand. You're not alone."
I nod. "Thank you."
Deep down, I must be brave. If Constantine can deal with Mafia assassins and turf wars, I can conquer my fear of needles.
Or at least I hope.
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