Page 37 of My Young Mafia Daddy
‘Wherever he is, he’s not here,’ Rico says, slamming his fist down on the large mahogany desk at the center of the small office room.
This isn’t good.
We’ve made a play against Conte and taken out one of his thugs – it won’t be long before this gets back to Conte, and he could use it as an excuse to start a war.
But just as my mind is beginning to wander toward all the worst-case scenarios, I get a message on my cellphone…
EDDIE: Daddy, please come quickly. That mean Mafia man is here at the bakery! This could get bad, I don’t think he likes me or Mitch. Please come and protect me. XoXo
I don’t reply to the boy. Not because I don’t want to, but because I don’t have time.
‘We need to move,’ I say, shooting a look over to Rico as he inspects the desk and picks up a laptop.
‘You have intel on Conte?’ Rico says.
‘Yeah, you could say that,’ I reply. ‘He’s at East Side Sugar.’
‘You’re fucking kidding me?’ Rico replies, a look of concern on his face.
‘I wish I was,’ I say, grave concern in my voice. ‘We can’t waste a second.’
With that, Rico and I exit the office and make a beeline back to the SUV.
As I jump into the driver’s seat and turn the engine on, my mind is awash with possibilities.
This isn’t a routine Mafia killing any longer.
This is personal now in a way I never imagined it would be.
My baby boy’s life is in danger, and it’s down to me to show him that as a young Mafia Daddy I can protect him.
Eddie is going to see things he’s never seen before, and it might just change his perception of me forever – but I have no choice.
Soon enough, Eddie is going to see exactly what it means to be a Mafia man, and all I can do is hope that it doesn’t put him off me forever.
It’s time to head over to East Side Sugar and fire off a round of bullets faster than my baby boy can gobble down a donut…
Chapter 13
Eddie
I can’t shake the feeling that the new owner of the building is bad news. I could just tell from the look on Mitch’s face that this was not a good situation in the slightest.
But…
The customers are here, and they want their regular array of tasty treats.
I need to keep working and serving up the good stuff.
But it’s not easy to focus when I can see how badly distracted Mitch is. I mean, I know it’s Mitch who will suffer the most if he has to shut the bakery down, but I’ll be out of a job too.
I know I could probably find work at another bakery – but nowhere in the whole city can hold a candle to East Side Sugar!
I’ve worked here for so long and have played my part in building the business up and making it such a go-to place for regulars and tourists too.
The threat of having to shut the shop is horrible.
But right now I have other things to focus on…
