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I laughed away his words. "Neither did I. Tank and Ricardo showed up today with news that a certain organization with Japanese roots would be crashing our party. We had to pull a team meeting to speak on it."
He hummed before he replied with, "Understandable. Hello to you all. Tank. Dante. Ricardo." The way he dragged out the last name held a tone of sensuality to it. From the corner of my eye, I could see Ricardo shiver at the sound.
"We're calling you because we'll need to meet the other players in this war. There needs to be some familiarity, so we don't end up hurting the wrong people."
"Much appreciated. I would like to return with all my men intact," Ricardo said. "And hopefully with a new leadership in command as well."
Dante squeezed my hand. "That's the plan. I have big things in mind for our future. I hope you're ready."
"Consider me your West Coast contact. I'll be able to handle whatever you throw my way. We just all need to make it through this next phase."
Shortly after telling him the location of the meetup, we ended the call. It left the four of us staring at one another as we wondered what came next.
"It's getting late. We're sorry we had to interrupt, but again, it was time sensitive. It's best to have an interruption than an uncontrollable battle." Tank stood from his seat and hugged us both goodbye.
Part of me wondered when he'd turned into such a hugging person. The Tank I've known for years was friendly, but never as much as he was these days. I watched him head to the elevator, then I was left to face Ricardo.
Since I watched him on the call with Pharrell, I felt a little less murdery towards the man. I still hated him, but it wasn't quite as passionate as it had once been.
"I'm going to head out with Tank. He's keeping me locked up tight."
"It's to your benefit," my boy told him, exasperation in his tone.
He needed to get some sleep soon. The change of pace in the day had to have thrown him off. Even though it couldn't be helped, I hated that I couldn't shield him from it. As his Daddy, it was my responsibility to make sure he was well cared for in all ways. I needed him to know that I'd take care of whatever came his way.
Except...
Well, when this all changed, he'd be the one in charge. He's the heir to the organization. The man who will call all the shots and make sure it goes to plan.
"Daddy?" He asked softly, his hand moving to my cheek.
I turned to face him. "Yeah, baby. What's wrong?"
"Nothing. You looked like you were lost in your own head."
"I was," I admitted to him. "Nothing for you to worry over."
He smiled at me, then placed a soft kiss on my lips. "Good then. I'm sleepy and want cuddles. Know how I can make that happen?"
With that, I was back under his spell. The future was uncertain, but so long as the outcome had us together, the rest didn't matter.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
DANTE
If we're goingto die today, then I want to get fucked one last time. That's what I told myself anyway when I started to prep my ass while Daddy kept sleeping. I was about to add a third finger when his eyes suddenly popped open.
"What are you doing, baby?" he said, his tone all deep and grumbly from sleep.
It's like his voice was a straight shot to my libido. The second he spoke; I was ready to bend over and say please.
My fingers continued to pump as I stared him in the eye. I bit my lip, then looked down at his cock hungrily.
"Just getting things started for you, Daddy. Is that ok?"
He smiled at me, then pulled me closer to hold me to his chest. I couldn't look away if I tried. Not that I wanted to. Daddy was so fucking hot. Like ridiculously so. Seeing him again after the long time apart felt like a slap in the face. How was it possible he came out even more ruggedly handsome with age?
Bless my fucking heart, I loved it.
