Page 70 of My Fake Mafia Daddy


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My tummy rumbles. I stare at the yummy treats on the plate and quiver with warmth.

I've seen these in gas stations before, but I've never tried one. They look good as hell.

"Is this one of your dairy-free ice cream treats?" I joke. "Constantine says you own Dino Tracks."

Christian lets out a laugh. "No. These are treats my friends and I eat in Little mode. They taste yummy and make us want to dance!"

I pick up a pastry and hold it in my hand. My breath hitches as I study the yummy design, the frosting, the brown stripes. It looks like a sugary bomb of deliciousness I want to put in my mouth.

I ram the pastry into my mouth. "Thank you." I stuff my cheeks like a chipmunk, and I can barely get the words out.

Karter laughs. "You look like a squirrel." He pats my back. "Or a baby ducky eating grass too fast."

"Peter Kwaks-A-Lot," Karter calls out to someone over his shoulder.

I furrow my brow as I wait with anticipation. Who's Peter Kwaks-A-Lot? It's certainly not a conventional name, and I assume it's some sort of nickname.

Also, Constantine told me there were only three boys for me to play with today. I didn't prepare for a fourth.

A duck waddles out from behind a toy shelf. He quacks and makes a beeline for Karter, then pecks at his ankles.

My heart swells. "Is Peter your pet duck?" I wail. "He's so cute."

Honest to Pete. This duck is amazing.

Karter picks up Peter. "Yes. I rescued Peter when I met my husband Timofey last year. He's a billionaire who took me in a big boat down to South America."

I can't believe my eyes as I look at Karter's ducky. This is cuter than I ever could've expected.

Tears well in my eyes. "Thank you again for inviting me here. I can't wait to play with you today."

Karter and Christian rush to my side and wrap their arms around my shoulders. "Anyone who likes Zebra Cakes is a friend of ours," Rowan jokes.

Christian chuckles. "And your Daddy's friends with my Daddy, too. It's inevitable we'd be best friends."

I turn around to Constantine. "Daddy…" My breath hitches. "I'm so grateful you brought me here."

Constantine kisses my cheek. "Have fun with your friends, boy. I'll meet up with you later. Nikolai, Igor, Timofey, and I need to discuss business."

The glint in Constantine's eyes tells me he has very serious business to discuss with his friends. LikeMafiabusiness. I decide to go with Christian, Rowan, and Karter and leave Constantine in peace.

"Okay, Daddy." I grin as I kiss Constantine. "I'll let you know if I need anything."

"Come on." Christian squeezes my waist. "There are so many fun things to do."

Karter laughs as he pats his ducky. "You need to dive into the stuffy pit. And then head to the diamond painting station. And then the hot tub."

"Don't forget the unlimited pulls of ice cream," Rowan adds. "That's the best part of all!"

Karter grins. "The ice cream at Little Land might be better than Dino Tracks, Christian."

I fly to the clouds as my new friends lead me through Little Land. We head to the stuffy pit and jump in.

"Look, Daddy," I shout as I leap in the air. A sea of soft plush animals expands under me like a never-ending ocean. These stuffies are mine to play with. I can cuddle with as many as I like.

Rowan laughs as he jumps in after me. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

Bliss.

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