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“It’s not you,” my father said.Oh it is me, Father. It’s more me than you need to know.
“It’s that all men…” Father said. “All men. And I mean all of them. We’re all terrible.”
I knew this. But what Dad didn’t know was that I wanted the worst man of them all. I wanted Brody Whitlock to grovel for me, for the exact reason that he was the kind of guy who normally didn’t grovel for a woman. He was the kind of man who could rise above that kind of behavior, and I wanted his power for myself.
Once I had him eating out of the palm of my hand, I felt a strength that I didn’t know I had. Brody was nothing like the weak little boys who trembled in fear at my father. I was in good hands when I was in Brody’s, and I was going to keep it that way.
My father didn’t relent however. “Honey, you need to know that men like Brody Whitlock…they’re nothing but trouble.”
I could have argued with my father, but having been taught the art of negotiation, I listened. I heard his every word, and even repeated them back to him when necessary.
“Maybe you should talk to him,” I said.Yes, let him convince you. Let him do the work, so I don’t have to lie.Brody was the kind of man who could out negotiate my father, and I had taken the lessons my father had taught me and added the one thing that no man could control. Me.
I got hot just thinking about how Brody and I had gone at it, and I couldn’t wait for our next time. However, I needed to hold back. If my father hadn’t been so against it, I probably wouldn’t have wanted Brody so badly. Again, and again.
I wanted to have what I couldn’t. The forbidden fruit, that hidden pleasure that only comes around to those that truly deserve it- the sinful. I even wanted to get caught, just to be told not ever do it, then go at it again.
The one thing though was that my father was a force to be reckoned with. He had eyes all around me, and I had to constantly outmaneuver them. His men couldn’t keep tabs on me if I was smarter than them.
I spent the next several weeks learning their patterns, their behaviors, and developing a routine that would eventually trick them. I was a master of espionage, and I wasn’t going to let anyone control me.
However, one day, as I was walking back from my morning coffee at my “favorite spot”, I noticed a new pair of eyes on me. I was crossing the street at a busy intersection when I noticed an unfamiliar man.
I immediately did the unthinkable. I called Brody.
We had been seeing each other on and off, but went to great pains to hide it from my father. I normally wouldn’t have called him around this time, especially with all of my father’s men on me. But, I knew something was wrong.
“Hello, my sexy little-“ he said before I interrupted him.
“Brody!” I said. “There’s people watching me.”
“Your father’s men are clueless,” Brody said. But he heard the distress in my voice and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t think they’re my father’s men,” I said. Silence. Brody said nothing.
“Brody?” I asked.
“I’m here,” he said. “Let me call your father.”
I didn’t like that Brody was talking to my father, but they were best friends. Of course, Brody had been having some issues with Dad- he had to constantly reassure my dad that nothing inappropriate was going on between us.
Aside from a few make-out sessions after our first passionate night of lovemaking, the only inappropriate thing going on was that I was making it my goal to have Brody grovel for me. To his credit, he was a disciplined man, and I sensed a new fire in him.
This, too, was unlike the others who had chased after me. Brody was a special kind of love game, and I relished in the challenge we gave each other. Part of being the daughter of a mafia boss is knowing how to manipulate others.
I loved the push and pull between us.
Most of my life in between my hurried meetings with Brody was pretty banal, so much so that I welcomed the sense of danger. However, when my phone rang, I saw that it was my father, and he did not relish in the lifestyle he had bestowed upon me.
“Brody says you’re to go to his place immediately,” my father said. “And no funny business!”
Brody had called a cab for me, and when I looked at the driver, I was surprised it was Brody.
“Don’t you have better things to do than drive me around?” I asked.
“Relax,” he said calmly. “I do this all the time. People think that just because I’m rich I need to be pampered like a damn baby. I’m the sponsor for the King Mafia for Christ’s sake.”
I looked away from him, keeping a wary eye on the city streets, wondering who it could be that would be watching me.
