Sexting the Don: An Age Gap, Mafia Romance (Silver Fox Daddies)

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It’s early evening, and I’m sitting in my car, the dim light of my phone illuminating the last message I sent Mandy.

I’ve been texting her throughout the day, trying not to seem overbearing, but there’s been total radio silence on her end. It’s unlike her not to respond, and I’m starting to worry that the bug she supposedly had last night might be something serious.

Or that there might be something else going on entirely.

I want to call Florence to check in and make sure everything is alright, but I realize I never got her number. An oversight I’m mentally kicking myself for now. A knot of tension tightens in my gut, the silence from their end gnawing at me with possibilities I don’t want to consider.

The thought of Jimmy possibly getting his hands on them sends a cold shiver down my spine. I know my place is secure, practically a fortress, and there’s no way Jimmy could break in. But Mandy isn’t one to sit around, especially if she’s feeling caged or smothered.

She’s got that stubborn, independent streak—part of what drew me to her in the first place. If she decided to head out for a jog or do something to clear her head, she might have left the safety of my property to do so.

And if Jimmy was watching, waiting for an opportunity, he could’ve made a move. He’s still off the radar.

I can’t sit here and do nothing, trapped in my own head with escalating scenarios. Decision made, I start the car and pull out onto the street. I need to head back and ensure they’re safe. If Mandy is indeed sick, fine, I’ll back off and give her space, but I have to see for myself that nothing more sinister is at play.

As I drive, my mind races through plans and contingencies. I’ll sweep the property first and check for any signs of tampering or unfamiliar faces lingering around. If everything at the house checks out, I’ll have to consider the next steps. Maybe it’s time to tighten up security and make sure that when I’m away, there are eyes and ears keeping watch.

Pulling into the familiar drive, apprehension takes hold. Protecting Mandy and her mother is a commitment I’ve made and one I intend to keep, no matter the personal cost.

A sinking feeling takes hold the closer I get. The entire property is dark, with not a single light on in the main house or the guest house. As I park and step out of the car, I notice the Land Rover I had assigned Florence is parked out front.

Relief flickers momentarily; she must be here. But as I enter the house, calling out for Mandy and her mom, there’s no response. The silence is unsettling.

I quickly make my way to the guest house. The door swings open to a cold, empty space. It’s not just uninhabited; it’s clear they’ve taken all their belongings. My mind races—why would Mandy leave without telling me?

The thought of Jimmy coercing them into leaving sends a surge of worry through me. Did he discover where they were staying?

Frustrated and needing answers, I pull out my phone and dial Sean. “They’re gone. The guest house is empty. I need you to find out where they are immediately,” I command, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Got it, boss. I’ll put out the word and see what comes back,” Sean replies, his tone serious yet understanding.

Sean calls back within an hour. “Found them. They’re at an apartment in Silver Lake, not too far from Sunset and Hyperion.”

Relief washes over me. They’re safe, at least for now, but why there?

“Thanks. I’m heading over there now,” I say, cutting off any further discussion.

“Want me to come with you? Or have some of the guys check the place out first?” Sean offers, always ready to back me up.

I shake my head even though he can’t see me. “No, I’ll handle this personally. I need to see Mandy and find out what’s going on with her directly.”

“All right, boss. Let me know if you need anything.”

As I get back in my car and head toward Silver Lake, my mind is a whirlwind of scenarios. What drove Mandy to suddenly move out without telling me? How does Jimmy figure into this—if at all?

My grip tightens on the steering wheel, the drive ahead giving me a few minutes to gather my thoughts and brace for what might be a very complicated confrontation.

As I navigate the streets toward Silver Lake, my mind can’t shake off the gnawing questions about Mandy’s sudden move. It irks me, not just because she did it behind my back, but because there’s a deeper issue at play here.

She was only at my place for a short stint, but those days mattered. I appreciated the peace of mind knowing she and her mom were just a stone’s throw away, safe under my watch.

Silver Lake has its own vibe, buzzing with hip cafes and indie music scenes. It’s lively and eclectic, but it lacks the fortress-like security of my estate. It’s a cool place for the young crowd with its mix of vintage bungalows and sleek new apartments, but it’s not the stronghold I prefer for someone I care about.

Pulling up to the apartment complex where they’re now staying, I size up the building. It fits the neighborhood’s bohemian charm—older yet with plenty of character, the brickwork showing signs of age, the gates only offering the basics in terms of security. It’s a far cry from the gated assurance of my own home.

I stride into the lobby and immediately spot the doorman, an average Joe, clearly not top tier in his profession. I approach him confidently, my demeanor confident.

‘I’m looking for someone,’ I say. ‘Mandy Charles.’

The doorman looks up, a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

‘Is she expecting you?’

I lock eyes with him, my gaze steely and commanding.

Seeing his reluctance linger, I casually pull out a wad of cash, a silent but clear language everyone understands. I peel off a few bills, his resistance melting under the dual pressure of my tone and the cash.

‘Apartment 204,’ he mutters, taking the money with a quick, greedy glance. ‘They just signed the lease today.’

I shake my head at how easily the security here folded. It’s a point I’ll be making to Mandy when I see her. I walk past him without another word and head straight to apartment 204.

Reaching her door, I take a moment to survey the lock. Simple, mundane, child’s play for someone like me. In seconds, I have it picked, reinforcing my point about the inadequacy of their new “safe haven.”

Pushing the door open, I step inside.

Mandy is there, surrounded by open boxes, clearly in the middle of unpacking. She whirls around as the door swings open, her expression shifting rapidly between surprise and shock.

‘Enzo? What—how did you get in here?’ she stammers, her eyes wide as they fix on me.

I close the door behind me, my presence filling the space. ‘We need to talk. About security, about making moves without warning, and about what exactly you’re doing here.’

“Are you fucking serious? Did you just pick the lock to my door?”

At that, my frustration boils over.

‘This place isn’t safe. I got past your doorman with nothing more than a few bills. And this lock was nothing for me to pick. If it’s that easy for me, it’s open season for anyone else who wants to get to you,’ I assert, my voice low and tense with irritation.

Mandy bristles at my accusation, her stance defiant. ‘You shouldn’t have done that. You can’t just bribe people and force your way in. This is our home!’

‘This isn’t about me wanting control. It’s about security, about keeping you safe. Why can’t you see that?’

She throws back, her voice sharp, ‘So I’m just supposed to do whatever you say? Live wherever you tell me to? I don’t need someone to take care of me. I’ve been doing just fine on my own.’

My hands clench at my sides, the urge to shake some sense into her rising. ‘It’s not about you being incapable! It’s about making smart choices. You’re not just putting yourself at risk—think about your mom.’

Mandy’s fire doesn’t wane; she meets my gaze squarely. ‘I’m not some damsel in distress waiting for you to save me. And neither is my mother.’

The intensity in her eyes gives me pause. Maybe I’m pushing too hard. My voice softens, but the undercurrent of my concern remains.

‘Consider what you’re risking here. I can’t just stand by and watch you put both yourself and your mom in danger.’

Abruptly, I switch topics, needing to ensure all immediate threats are accounted for. ‘Where’s your mom now?’

Mandy looks slightly thrown off by the sudden shift but answers, ‘She’s out with some friends from work, celebrating her pending divorce.’

At that moment, my gaze unintentionally drops to her outfit—black gym shorts that show off her toned, tempting legs that I remember too well wrapped tightly around me. Her fitted white t-shirt clings to her upper body, the outline of her nipples pressing against the fabric, sending a rush of heat through my cock, making it pulse to life.

Damn, she’s as alluring as she is fiery.

Catching the way I’m looking at her, Mandy arches an eyebrow.

‘What’s your deal, Enzo?’

Acting on impulse, fueled by the mix of our heated argument and the burning attraction between us, I close the distance. Without another word, I pull her into a hard, demanding kiss, channeling all the tension and desire into that one act.

It’s reckless but at that moment, all the arguments, all the concerns, fade into the background, overshadowed by the raw connection that always seems to pull us back to each other.