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Prologue
Two weeks earlier
Santino
ProspectivePlaymate:I’ll ride that cock, Daddy ;) BUT my only condition is NOTHING serious. Daddies like you are only good for fucking. No feelings
"Crap." I slam my phone on the table.
My brother Lazaro ticks his head up. "What’s wrong?"
"Another one," I growl.
Lazaro’s eyes narrow. "This boy was a sure bet."
"What can I fucking say? I’m undateable."
Three boys this month. Three long ass dates. Three sets of pacifiers, bibs, and new onesies.
All wasted. Money down the drain.
My other brother Marcello steps into the room. "Don’t tell meanotherboy didn’t work out."
"I’d rather you not listen to our conversations."
"I’m in the same boat,fratello." Marcello’s green eyes darken. "Boys want nothing serious with Daddies these days."
"It can’t beus, right?" Lazaro asks. "We’renot the problem?"
We all share a look—then shake our heads.
"Of course not," I say. "We’re perfect Daddies."
"Yeah," Marcello grits out. "Perfect forfucking.No one gives us a chance otherwise."
For the past few years, my two brothers and I have struck out more times than we can count. Marcello’s last boy cheated on him with a fisherman because he worked too much. Lazaro’s last relationship ended because he kept trying to force his boy to wear pink pretties. The little brat also hated the dolls and teddies Lazaro gave him.
Me?
I don't know what my fucking problem is, bitch.
Boys throw themselves at me constantly—but never want to bemyboy.
I have bulging muscles. A sexy, chiseled jaw. Tattoos that snake across my skin.
Apparently, ripped studs like me are only good for one thing—hookups.
Boys don't give two flying fucks about the sensitive men underneath our gritty exteriors.
I’m sick of this song and dance.
"I have a solution." Marcello’s voice dips.
"What?" I snarl, unable to take this shit. I’m pent up—I’ve sworn not to plunge my cock into a single hole until I find a committed partner. Not even a virgin who throws himself at me.
"We’ve overlooked an entire untapped market," Marcello rasps.
Lazaro crinkles his brow. "Explain yourself."
