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

“Stop stalling, asshole.”

My voice is ice-cold as I grip the phone. I glance at Florence, her face a mask of concern. Despite the rage boiling inside me, I keep my tone even and authoritative. ‘You’re talking about your own goddamn daughter!’

Florence grips my arm, her nails digging in slightly.

‘I need to know,’ she says firmly, her voice not allowing any room for argument. “Please, let me hear.”

I nod curtly and put the call on speaker. Jimmy’s sneering voice fills the room.

‘So, Enzoy, you want the ungrateful little bitch back?’

I straighten, my stature commanding. ‘She’s your daughter, Jimmy. Does that even matter to you anymore?’ My voice is a low growl, each word controlled but dripping with menace.

Jimmy’s laugh grates on my nerves, cold and mocking. ‘She stopped being my daughter when she wouldn’t help me out of my mess.”

The urge to lash out, to threaten and promise severe retribution burns through me.

I want to hunt him down and make him pay dearly. But I keep my composure, knowing any slip could endanger Mandy further.

I lean closer to the phone, my tone cold and deliberate.

‘Listen to me. If you harm her, I’ll come after you with everything I’ve got. There’s no place on this earth you could hide from me. What is it that you want?’

After a tense pause, Jimmy speaks again, his voice smug. ‘I want you to feel pain, Enzoy. But let’s start with something simple: money. I’ll send the details for the payment.’

‘That’s what you want? That’s what this is all about? Money?’

Jimmy doesn’t miss a beat. ‘That’s right, money,’ he spits out. ‘Enough to get me down to Mexico. I’ll find some real men to work for down there. Cartel’s got a huge operation. Plenty of opportunities for an enterprising man like myself.’

I can’t help but let out a harsh laugh. ‘The cartel? They won’t even look at you. They’d carve your heart out and make you eat it before you could even ask them for a gig.”

But Jimmy’s delusion seems unshaken. ‘I have contacts,’ he insists, his voice thin and reedy, the sound of desperation thinly veiled by bravado.

I’m disgusted by his groveling and his willingness to trade anything for a quick escape.

‘How much?’ I press.

‘Fifty thousand,’ he answers quickly. ‘And I want my wife.’

The demands hang in the air between us, absurd but dangerous.

Fifty thousand dollars and a human life, both just pawns in his game. My jaw tightens, anger simmering beneath my calm exterior. This man is nothing but a coward.

Florence is visibly shaken, her hands trembling, but she nods, signaling her willingness to comply if it means getting Mandy back safely. I place a finger to my lips, signaling her to stay quiet as I address Jimmy’s demands over the phone.

‘I don’t know where Florence is,’ I lie smoothly, keeping my voice even.

Jimmy’s laugh crackles through the speaker, harsh and knowing.

‘Cut the shit, Enzoy. I know she’s right there. Had one of my guys tail her.’ His voice turns mocking as he addresses her directly. ‘Hello, Florence, you disloyal bitch.”

I want to strangle the fucker on the spot.

Florence stiffens, her face a mask of pain and anger, but she finds her voice, and it’s strong despite the circumstances.

‘Just bring my daughter back. Please.’

Jimmy’s response is cruel and cold. ‘Get my money, or the next time you see your daughter, it’ll be in pieces.’

‘Don’t listen to him,’ I whisper to her urgently. ‘We’re not going to let that happen.’

Addressing Jimmy again, my voice is a low growl. ‘You’ll get your money. But hear me clearly—nothing better happen to Mandy. Not a scratch.’

Jimmy seems amused by my threat.

‘We’ll see, Enzoy. We’ll see how fast you can gather fifty grand. Tick-tock.’

As the line goes dead, the silence that follows feels oppressive. I turn to Florence, my expression one of firm resolve.

‘We need to move quickly. Sean will coordinate the money. I’ll handle the rest.’

Florence, pale but determined, nods slowly. ‘Thank you, Enzo. For everything.’

‘We’re going to get her back,’ I assure her. ‘Stay strong. This isn’t over.’

Just then, Sean strides in, his face grim but focused. Florence’s sobs fill the space, a heartbreaking soundtrack to the unfolding crisis. She lifts her head, her tear-streaked face etched with fear as she listens.

Sean doesn’t waste a moment.

‘We’ve located Jimmy,’ he announces as he approaches us, his eyes on me but clearly speaking to both of us. ‘He’s holed up in a warehouse on the east side. He’s not alone—he has another man with him, and they’ve got a woman that fits Mandy’s description.’

‘How secure is the location? Tell our men to keep eyes on them every second!’ I say, my mind already racing through tactical options.

Sean’s response is quick and precise. ‘Our guys are in place, and they’re keeping a low profile. They know not to move unless you say so,” he says before adding, “The warehouse isn’t heavily guarded. I’m guessing Jimmy didn’t expect us to find him this fast.’

Florence, still sobbing, catches her breath at this news, her eyes meeting mine. ‘Please,’ she whispers, her voice hoarse, ‘bring her back safe.’

I place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, determination in my eyes. ‘We will. Sean, get ready. I want a full extraction plan in twenty minutes. Get fifty thousand together, just in case. We move fast and hard. No casualties.’

Sean nods sharply and steps out, his phone already to his ear, barking orders. I turn back to Florence, my expression softening.

‘I need you to hold on a little longer. We have a plan. We’re going to get her back.’

She nods, wiping her tears with the back of her hand, her resolve hardening. ‘Thank you, Enzo. I don’t know what I would do without your help.’

‘You won’t have to find out,’ I assure her. As I leave the room to join Sean, my mind is clear and focused. Every second counts now, and while the fear for Mandy’s safety and the unknown final outcome of the situation still gnaws at me, it’s overshadowed by the drive to act and succeed.

As I step out of the room, Sean motions to someone waiting just outside my line of sight. As I enter the hallway, I see Rico Martinez, one of Garadino’s trusted lieutenants.

Rico’s a tall, imposing figure with a shaved head and a scar trailing down his left cheek.

Despite his rough exterior, he’s known for his unflinching loyalty, and a code of ethics that mirrors Garadino’s—no women or children are ever involved in business.

‘Rico,’ I nod in greeting as he enters, his posture rigid, every bit the professional.

‘Enzo,’ he acknowledges with a curt nod in return. ‘Garadino sent me. He heard through the grapevine that you were looking for Jimmy. We don’t tolerate scum who bring family into the fray.’

I cross my arms. ‘Appreciate him sending you. What’s the word?’

Rico’s expression remains unreadable, but there’s a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. ‘We’ve been keeping tabs on Jimmy for other reasons. He’s been a thorn in our side for quite a while now. When we heard he took it too far this time, Garadino authorized me to assist. He respects the rules that you uphold—you don’t cross the line with families.’

Sean, standing just off to my side, interjects, ‘We have a location on Jimmy, and we’re planning to move in fast.’

Rico nods, pulling out a compact notebook from his jacket and flipping it open to reveal a detailed map. ‘We can provide support. Garadino wants this cleaned up quickly—no mess, no traces. Jimmy’s become a liability.’

I study the map, pinpointing the routes and potential obstacles. ‘We hit him tonight,’ I state, decision firm. ‘Rico, your guys can flank the southern entrance. My team will breach from the north.’

‘Understood,’ Rico confirms, his tone all business. ‘Garadino also mentioned he wants Jimmy alive if possible. He has some questions for him and wants to speak to him in person first. But if it goes sideways, you do what you need to do.’

‘We’ll keep it clean,’ I assure him. ‘Alive if we can manage it.’

As Rico steps back to communicate the plan to his team, I turn to Sean. ‘Get everyone ready. I want eyes on every exit. No chances.’

Sean moves immediately to execute the orders. As the room clears and I’m left with my thoughts, the weight of the operation settles in. It’s a tightrope walk between delivering justice and maintaining control, but with Mandy’s safety on the line, failure isn’t an option.

In the silence of my study, I sit alone, the dim light casting deep shadows. I lean back, allowing myself a rare moment of introspection amidst the chaos. Thoughts of Mandy invade the quiet—her resilience, her laughter, the intensity of her gaze.

Emotions have begun to cloud my normally clear and strategic thinking. It’s unsettling; I’m used to compartmentalizing, keeping personal feelings separate from business.

But with Mandy, it’s different.

I’m not the type to be easily swayed by emotions. My life has been built on tough decisions and maintaining control.

Yet the thought of her in danger, possibly because of her association with me, stirs a protective fury and fear that I’ve rarely felt. It’s a vulnerability, a weak spot in my armor I’m not accustomed to.

As I replay moments with her in my mind, I begin thinking about embarking on a different kind of life—one less shadowed by danger—with her by my side. But these thoughts are quickly overshadowed by the harsh reality of our situation.

Her life, potentially compromised by my world, sharpens my focus like a blade.

I push away from the desk, the businessman in me regaining control. Emotions have to be set aside. There’s a mission at hand requiring the ruthless, calculated thinking I’m known for. Distractions, especially emotional ones, are luxuries I cannot afford, not when Mandy’s life hangs in the balance.

I stand, my resolve steeling within me.

It’s time for Jimmy to pay.