Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
What’s with kids and paper anyway? I get them every damn toy in the store and still he and his little sister always find my shit more exciting.
“Dada.” He held up the contract I’d been working on for his mother’s new store. It was eaten all to shit with drool covering every square inch.
I can’t stay mad at him though and he knows it, that’s why he’s grinning at me with his cheeky ass.
I won’t laugh this time though; this was the third time he’d done some shit like this. He did all his tricks in his repertoire to get a smile out of me but I kept my face straight, until he brought in reinforcements.
The little sneak went and got his sister Victoria. My little princess knew her job very well because she made a beeline for my lap and plopped down.
Her chubby little fingers came up and held my cheeks as she lectured me the way she’d no doubt seen her mother do.
“I don’t know what you’re saying little girl but I know a con when I see one. You and your partner in crime had better leave well enough alone.”
I guess Dom figured since he was already caught he might as well go full hog because he was soon digging through my file cabinet again.
“Where’s your mommy princess?” She put her foot in her mouth and showed me her gums. Okay so I couldn’t resist that one.
As soon as the smile broke across my face my son was toddling over to me. That was just the opening he was after.
I reached down and picked him up too, sitting him on my other thigh. Their mother came in with the baby in her arms.
Our youngest Gianni was just two weeks old. He was conceived the day his mom got the all clear after his big sister’s birth, which is pretty much how we ended up with three kids a year apart.
By the time her healing period was over I was pretty much ready to fuck the wind. Both times we’d barely made it through the door after the final check-up, before I was nailing her. I think Vicki was conceived on the floor in the foyer and Gianni not much farther, in the living room.
“The kids ate your contract.” She looked at me suspiciously as she came to stand in front of me. She’s always trying to use intimidating tactics on my ass, and I let her.
“Again? Draco I’m beginning to suspect that there’s something else going on here. I told you I’ll only be there for the first few weeks until the employees get the hang of it, I promise.”
My facial expression didn’t change in the least. She’d never get it out of me; her son’s teeth marks were all over the shit, which I pointed out to her.
“But how does he keep getting at them? Please Draco, I really want it.” Fuck, her spoilt ass hates hearing the word no.
Fuck yes I’ve been sabotaging her damn store. I’ve been leaving the bottom drawer of my file cabinet unlocked so the kids can get in.
The first time I’d left the shit halfway open for them. After that they always checked the drawer first whenever they found their asses in my office.
I don’t want her away from home, but she doesn’t hear so good and I hate the way she sulks when I tell her spoilt ass no. She’s always finding new ways to fuck with me, there’s always something that she wants to do that she knows damn good and well ain’t gonna happen. Like taking my kids to see her fuck of a dad.
She never knew about what went down that day and since she was forbidden to ask me shit about my dealings, there was no way she’d ever learn because if he even hinted at that shit I’d put a bullet in his head.
It worked out well in the end, because he’d put most of his shit in Dominic’s name with me at the helm until he was old enough.
I’d dismantled his drug business. That shit hadn’t been easy and the streets had been lined with blood for a good three months before things started to settle down.
I’d cleaned the shit up as best I could which had a surprise twist. The police commissioner had paid me a visit, the fucking city wanted to give me a medal of merit or some shit. The fuck outta here, I don’t deal with criminals.
I’d set judge Sampson up and his ass was doing time the sick fuck. There’d been a lot of high profile people thrown in the clink after I was through destroying Felix’s drug empire as well.
All that was left after that, were the department stores his daughter believed were his only business and those are what were passed on to my son.