Mafia Daddy: Villain Daddies, #8

By Celia Crown

Daisy knows him as Amias Venturi, a simple businessman willing to spoil her rotten with every dime.

 

His enemies know him as Amias Venturi, boss of Venturi's criminal enterprise with a lack of humanity.

 

He is the only man in her life, and he would do anything she asks.

 

She doesn't need to, though.

 

Everything was going well, and she was kept in the dark about many things that would've torn apart her trust in him. Then, someone from her past wants to sneak back into her life, but he's not one for sharing.

 

His enemies test his patience, and he will test their endurance.

 

"I was never one for mercy."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Celia Crown
• Release date: Apr 22, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223656494

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MAFIA DADDY

VILLAIN DADDIES SERIES - BOOK 8

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CELIA CROWN

Copyright © 2020 by Celia Crown.

All rights reserved.

This book is a work of fiction.

The book or any portion of the book may not be reproduced or used under any circumstances, except with the written permission from the author. Public names, movies, televisions, locations, or any references are used for atmospheric purposes. Any similarities and resemblances to alive or dead people, events, brands, and locales are all complete coincidences.

Contents

Mafia Daddy

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Epilogue

Afterword

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Mafia Daddy

By Celia Crown

Daisy knows him as Amias Venturi, a simple businessman willing to spoil her rotten with every dime.

His enemies know him as Amias Venturi, boss of Venturi's criminal enterprise with a lack of humanity.

He is the only man in her life, and he would do anything she asks.

She doesn’t need to, though.

Everything was going well, and she was kept in the dark about many things that would’ve torn apart her trust in him. Then, someone from her past wants to sneak back into her life, but he’s not one for sharing.

His enemies test his patience, and he will test their endurance.

I was never one for mercy.

Chapter One

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Daisy

I have been dying to find a seat to ease the ache in my ankles. It’s easier said than done since this shopping center is one of the biggest that had opened. The newly built stores had everyone bombarding every single entrance, and the floors were filled with people who had bags hanging off their arms.

Reina and I wanted to feel the spirit of being squished and possibly trampled on. Well, it’s more of me begging her to come with me because how could I not want to experience my first mall opening.

It’s not like malls can pop up overnight. It takes months or even a couple of years before a new one comes up in this city, and this one is going to be the one that happens in my lifetime.

Of course, I’m going to be there. I’m not a person who is addicted to shopping and swiping my credit card like it has no limits—it’s Daddy’s card, but I don’t think he’s going to be happy when the charges go through and sees me buying thirty packs of strawberry mochi.

I want to experience everything at least once in my life, even if it’s something as weird as going to a mall’s grand opening with no intention of buying anything.

Sit here. I’ll get us something to drink. Reina pushes me down roughly on the chair of a table in an outdoor café.

This is the first time I have seen a mall that has a lot of outdoor food stands rather than sales stands trying to sell me cellphone services. After walking around for a while, from morning to late afternoon, we finally got a seat.

I must thank Reina for that because she’s the one that stood right in front of the table, staring rather angrily at the couple who had finished but wouldn’t leave. I wanted to stop her, but once Reina sets her eyes on something, she’s not going to give it up even if they were both men who have muscles that can only be formed through lifting cars instead of doing bench presses.

As I wait for Reina, I figure that it wouldn’t hurt to look around. Almost immediately, my eyes land on a woman with tight pink perms. She seems to be having the time of her life, laughing and joking with her table of friends.

A smile reaches my lips as her smile is very contagious. I wish I had a group of friends too, but every time I try to make friends, they seem to want to avoid talking to me like I’m the carrier for a disease that’ll wipe out their existence.

The only one that stayed my friend is Reina. She doesn’t care about the things that people say, nor does she idly stand to the side in case she’s being judged for being my friend.

In my university classes, everyone knows that I have a sugar daddy. I didn’t think he was at first, but then people talk, and from what I can understand, someone is a sugar baby when an older rich man pays for their services.

Services of companionship, which roughly translate to sex. Daddy never asks me for sex, and he makes me promise him that I will say yes only when I’m one hundred percent comfortable with the idea.

I never meant to flaunt the notion of me being free of student loans, never having to worry about rent, and not working for money. It’s what happens when one whisper is taken away by the wind, and now there’s a wild storm of rumors going around that I struck gold with Daddy.

I mean, they aren’t wrong. Amias Venturi is the owner of a multibillion-dollar import-export company, and Daddy worked hard to make it to one of the best on an international level.

Besides, Daddy’s the one that demands that I get my butt into his expensive car to drop me off for classes in the morning because Daddy says that he doesn’t want anything to happen to me.

I doubt that I’m going to get in trouble by going on a bus that takes me straight to the college that I go to, but I humor him. I didn’t want to wake up an hour earlier to get ready for an eight o’clock morning class.

I still don’t know why I made the active decision to stick with it when I had the chance to change the time to an afternoon class, but I thought it was good for me to get used to being up early.

Daddy wakes up so early that sometimes I wonder if he even got enough sleep. I want to wake up in the morning, spend some time with him in his burly arms, and fight the urge to fall back asleep.

His biceps aren’t comfortable to sleep on; when someone is in love, anything their significant other does is ten times better.

Stop it, Reina’s chiding voice comes behind me. You’re being creepy.

I scowl at her as I accept the drink that’s handed to me. Why can’t I be happy for someone who’s having fun?

She glances over her shoulder as she sits down in front of me, another drink in her hand along with a plate of wonderfully arranged goodies.

That girl doesn’t know you, and you are one step away from me calling security to escort you away, Miss Stalker.

I sputter, the fizzy drink scraping down my throat. Excuse you, Miss Judgment. I happened to see her, and I was admiring her hair.

Exactly, you don’t know her, so stop staring at her, she remarks, sipping her chocolate milkshake.

It’s called window shopping—wait, no, that’s not it. It would be covert non-participant observation if I was a researcher.

"If being the operative word." Reina puts down her drink, challenging me to argue with her almost-doctoral degree.

I mumble under my breath, You stare at me all the time.

She hears it anyway. So you won’t do anything stupid.

I scrunch up my nose, sipping a big gulp of the fizzy drink. I snatch up a mochi. It is weird since it’s cool, but it’s very squishy, with the strawberry being the only structure that’s holding it up. As I bite into it, the sweetness explodes on my tongue when the strawberry mingles with the azuki beans and the stickiness of the mochi skin.

I always thought it was weird to have a strawberry mixed with red beans, but I take it back. It’s so good, and the fruit is extremely fresh.

Since Valentine’s Day had passed, Daddy had to go back to work today. Yesterday was a full day where I got Daddy to myself, with breakfast in bed, a beautiful date, lunch at the place where only a reservation from three months ago works, another fun date, and then we had dinner where he made me a delicious meal.

He made it all about me, and Daddy wouldn’t hear me out about wanting it to be about him just as much as it’s about me. He was adamant that my happiness is more than anything Valentine’s Day can give him.

He’s so cheesy.

Oh! I gasp, eyes widening with the realization that I remembered something, but also I’m on my fourth mochi. I have a place I need to check out!

I push the rest of the strawberry mochi to Reina, who had finished her portion, but we still have two left. She takes one and questions what I need to see.

Bed, I manage to choke out before I swallow another mochi. The drink helped, but it was a lot to get down since the mochi was sticking to my throat with no remorse for the air that needs to travel to my lungs.

Okay, let’s go, she says as she finishes everything.

We throw away the trash and take our drinks. I guide her to the sixth floor with escalators that are packed with people. We find our way to the mattress store that is not as popular as the other stores, but it’s still got a fair amount of customers trying out the beds.

I touch every single bed, and none of them is what I want. Reina judges me so much with her eyes as she sips her milkshake, unimpressed and with pursed lips for the milkshake to go up the straw.

What? I whine lowly. I’m doing this for you.

Me? she