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The submarine rises to the surface of the ocean—then sprouts a pair of wings.
It flies into the air, and as it zooms away, the giant shark leaps out of the water to try to chomp it.
"Look, Daddy." I rest my head on Lazaro’s firm chest. "Shark!"
The Riccardis scream as they tug machine guns out of the submarine jet hybrid.
Giuseppe blasts a fat ass bullet straight into the shark’s mouth—exploding it from the inside out.
Boom.
The shark flies out into a million pieces, reminding me of scenes from that movieSharknado.
"Ahhhhh!" Giosuè leaps into Xavier’s arms, who just arrived on a jet ski in the nick of time.
The five-foot-wide shark’s head slams into the water beside him.
As I glimpse the jet flying into the air, I know this isn’t the end of the Riccardis.
Just as the submarine-jet fades into a dot, I realize that in the sunlight, it’s golden.
"I guess it really was a yellow submarine," I whisper to no one in particular.
No one’s listening to me anyway—they’re all focused on the shark.
Except when I spin around, I realize… my three Daddies were listening the entire time.Hanging onto every word.
Lazaro cups my jaw, as Marcello jet skis behind me, climbs out, and holds me from behind. Santino does the same—only he hugs me from the side, gripping my waist.
"Do you like yellow submarines, baby boy?" Marcello’s voice is so soothing I melt.
"Yes, Daddy." I nod. "Just not that one."
Lazaro tucks a strand of hair over my ear. "We have a yellow submarine we could put in the bubble bath when you get home."
My jaw drops. "Don't lie to Baby Jericho. Not nice."
Marcello massages my bum. "You’re safe with us. We love you, baby boy. Came for you the second we realized something was wrong—we’ll never let anyone hurt you, never let you out of our sight again. Forgive us for allowing you to run off and catch crabs this morning—it was very wrong."
"You’re ours, special one," Lazaro whispers, nuzzling my lips. "Ours to please. Cuddle. Hug. Love. We’ll return home and run you the bubbliest tub with bubbles as big as your head. Ones you canpop—then splash in."
My eyes well with tears as I stare into my three Daddies’ eyes. My head spins around, looking at each one.
They fulfill me with their love. They make me whole.
Standing here, on this thrumming jet ski, I can’t help but feel that, for the first time in my life, I’ve met men who are truly crazy—crazy—about me. They’re mobsters, killers—but they’re sweet and sensitive, too, which is what matters most.
I swoon into Lazaro’s chest. "Kiss me, Daddy."
"I thought you’d never ask," he whispers.
Sun blazes across our cheeks. The powerful jet ski motor (too powerful) whirrs and revs, bringing me to an orgasm.
I cry out as I kiss Lazaro, adoring the way he claims me with his lips, feasts on me.
I’m safe. Loved. No one will ever hurt me again.
"Love, love you Daddy." I boop his nose.
