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"Of course she did."
"We didn’t put money in the pot," Mattie groans. "We worked for every red cent we got."
"What happened when you came in second place in a beauty contest?" I drawl, pinching his cheek.
He blushes and swoons into my hand—but then, remembering his worth, he scorches me with a glare. "I only came in first, Daddy."
I peck his lips. "Hell yeah. That’s the spirit."
Mattie bites his lower lip. "I’d be forever grateful if we ditched this plan and played Monopoly instead."
A sigh escapes me. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I tap my legs. "Sit on Daddy’s lap. It’s time for a pep talk."
Mattie’s neck cracks. "Won’t my head bang the ceiling?"
Pressing a button on the dash, I release my convertible’s roof—vroom.
Mattie’s jaw tumbles to the ground. "Cool."
"That’s what happens when you ride in Daddy’s sports car. You feel like a boss."
He fights back a grin as he climbs over the center console. Facing forward, he settles his bum on my lap.
"Sitting on Daddy’s lap," he hums, kicking his feet. "Feeling like a good, good boy."
A breeze blows his hair back, sending a whiff of strawberry fragrance my way.
I inhale deeply, then wrap my right arm around his waist. "I like your shampoo."
The mirror allows me to see that he blushes the most radiant shade of pink. "I stole it from Enzo. Don't tell him—he’ll be cross."
I hit the radio button. To my fortune, the Italian lullaby station is playing a medley of the greatest lullabies ever.
Notes ofTwinkle Twinkle Little Starfill the air.
I kiss a spot on his upper back. "You’re a brave, brave boy for coming to visit Daddy’s old prison. This was a tough spot in his life. You’ll help his memories of the twelve years he spent there improve. Your presence will be a retroactive balm to his wounds."
Mattie whines as he wiggles. "Stooooop, Daddy. You’ll make me spill my secret."
This draws my attention. Tilting my head to the side, I shoot a curious look at the back of his neck. "Tell Daddy."
"No." He whips his head back and forth. "I’ve lied to you. You’ll think I’m a bad boy."
I drive my right hand into his hip. "Lying is very bad.Very bad."
Mattie squirms as he buries himself in his palms. "Don’t make me do it."
"If you don't tell me, there’ll be big fucking problems."
Mattie whips around.
An expression of pure need flashes in his eyes.
He brings his lips to my left ear. "I’ve fantasized about you bringing me to prison since my friends told me you were locked up for murder. My fantasies are sick. I think about you fucking me in your cell. Threatening me. Taking me by force, Daddy. I didn’t want to tell you."
My breath hitches. This—thisisn’t something I expected.
I drive his jaw up. "Dirty little boy. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, do you?"
