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6 - First Time Seeing Sophie

Matlock

We are finally sitting at the dinner table, as one family. I watched as my baby girl made her way to her seat and sat with a little wince. Those beautiful, round hips swayed in that summer dress and I remembered how good it felt to have her soft round ass cheeks bounce and turn red as I punished her back in her room. My dick started to strain heavily against my zipper.

She tried to find a comfortable position. Oh, my sweet baby. Dinner smells amazing as always and was served right one time.

I can’t help but stare at my Princess. Even as she is shaking like a leaf in a hurricane, I want to never stop looking at her. I stood up and pulled my chair over to her and started to cut her meal. I gathered up the first forkful and brought it to those supple pink lips. Watching her internal struggle to submit was enjoyable. I shared a knowing look with my boys.

I had to pinch myself earlier when we were in her room waiting for her to wake up to remind myself that she was truly here in my home. We had spent a small fortune preparing for her arrival and countless hours of surveillance. I still remember the first time we saw her two years ago.

A little over two years ago…

My sons and I are sitting in a conference room in the Grand Lux Hotel on the West Coast. We were listening to a proposal for a new business investment and it was boring.

My father started Fire Stone Tech well over forty years ago in his garage, doing small surveillance projects. It wasn’t a lot of money, but it was enough that we could live comfortably. When I was six, my father took a job from the region's Mafia Lord to help find a mole. Well, he found a mole alright and uncovered a huge coup on top of it. The Mafia Lord helped my father build the business to an international level. My father showed his undevoted loyalty over the next several years and they were fast friends. The Mafia Lord took me under his wing and began to teach me everything I knew.

When I was fifteen, I was already a commander in the Mafia in my own right and I was a certified genius, working with my father to expand the business.

The Mafia Lord had a daughter my age and we were close. She was one of my closest friends. We grew up together. Two days after my 18th birthday, she came to me in tears and told me that she learned she was going to die. She had an inoperable brain tumor and was given maybe one year to live. Her one dream was to have a baby. Well, that same night, tears and cuddles turned into passionate kissing which led to a very steamy night for both of us. She became pregnant with the twins and four days after giving birth to them, she had a seizure and sadly did not make it.

The Mafia Lord was distraught at losing his princess but was so happy that she had gifted him two healthy heirs. His health took a turn for the worse and six months later he named me his heir and passed on his title to me before he too passed away. For the last 17 years, I have expanded the reach of the Mafia to every corner of the Western Hemisphere. Three years ago, I finally took out all of my competition and I was named King.

I took over Fire Stone about fifteen years ago after my father’s sudden demise. I have expanded the company to not only state-of-the-art surveillance systems but also offer armed guards, militia and black ops work, reconnaissance, and even military training. We offer training services, equipment rentals and purchases, and weapons. My Mafia uses my company to help launder our no-so-legal services. My operation is vast and growing more every day.

My boys are now 18 and incredible with both businesses. When they were 10, they suggested we start investing in all different kinds of companies, putting our hands into almost every industry. By the time they were fifteen, we had almost half of America’s businesses under our control or influence. This new and upcoming company thinks we want to invest in their products, and they do have some very nice software developments. But we are going to take them over, not invest.

They finally finished their “proposal” and had such hopeful looks on their faces. I looked at my boys and smiled wickedly.

“Thank you Mr. Peterson for that presentation. We are ready to sign an agreement.” Asher said with a fake smile and slid over a black folder. The excited puppy eyes on this poor shmuck's face was golden as he thought he was getting what he wanted. “Just sign the document and we will have our office be in touch.”

The greedy bastard didn’t even stop to read the contract, like most of these pathetic losers who try to schmooze us thinking we didn’t know what we were doing. They think we can walk all over us just because we are younger. He picked up a pin and signed on the indicated pages before pushing the folder back to us. Even his business associates looked at him like he was crazy.

“So is there where you give us a check for the one hundred million or should my secretary send over the wire information?” Mr. Peterson asked giddily.

My sons and I just exchanged a knowing look and rose from our seats in unison, buttoning our designer suits and walking to the door, the black folder in Asher’s hand.

We stop at the door and look at the six ex-board members still sitting with confused expressions. “You really shouldn’t be so quick to sign deals Mr. Peterson without reading the fine print. You just signed over your entire company and all intellectual property. By the way, you are fired. And your bank accounts are now frozen and all assets will be seized since you have been stealing funds from this company from the beginning.

We have been secret investors since the start and have now bought the rest of the shares for $1. Seems fair right? That is your worth after all. Good day, gentlemen. Look for your termination letters in your emails within the next several days.” I said as we walked out of the reserved conference room.

We walked down the hall and to the elevator. Our bodyguards surround us. Ding! And the empty elevator opened up. Once we piled into the elevator, it was a short trip down to the main lobby. We started walking to the main doors when I stopped in my tracks.

I saw the most beautiful girl in the world enter the hotel lobby. She was dressed in a simple pink summer dress, matching nude flats, a small charmed necklace, and a Vera Bradly cross-body purse finished her look. She had dark brown hair tied in a ponytail and a baby angel face. Soft pale skin that I bet would feel like silk. She was a good curvy size with assets that fit her just right. She had a huge, brilliant smile on her face. My dick instantly twitched. I just knew I had to know more about her.

“Dad? Why did you stop?” Zion asked me annoyed. I subtly pointed to the girl still at the entrance to the hotel. She was looking around, just admiring the ambiance of the place.

“Woah” was Zion’s response and that got Asher’s attention. He too looked and immediately whispered “fuck me. I’ve never seen someone so beautiful. She is perfect.” Zion and I both nodded our heads in agreement.

“I want her,” Asher said. “I do too,” Zion agreed.

“Well boys, that could be a problem because I want her too,” I told them. Just with one look, I knew I wanted her to be my Princess. She was angelic. We all looked at each other and then back to the girl. An older-looking man, one similar to my age, came up behind her at the same moment, put his arms over her shoulders, and kissed her forehead. She leaned into his touch and all three of us growled like possessive beasts.

“Thomas.” I beckoned to one of my most trusted bodyguards. He approached and bowed his head. “Find out everything about that girl over there. I want a detailed report by tomorrow.” I subtly pointed to the mystery girl who was now walking through the hotel lobby with the man still hugging her shoulders.

“The one in the pink dress?” Thomas verified and I nodded. “On it boss!” He stated and then walked away, following the sweet angel and we headed out to our waiting vehicles and back to our rented Villa.

The next morning, we were all in the gym, sweat dripping down our bodies as we pushed our muscles to the brink of exhaustion. Asher and Zion were boxing each other and I was close to ripping a hole in the punching bag with my bare knuckles.

Thomas walks in with a red folder in his hand and a grin on his face. I stopped my assault and grabbed my towel.

When he approached, he bowed and said “Boss, I have what you asked for.” He handed me the red folder.

“Excellent!” I complimented him. “Ash, Zion, come here!” My boys stopped their scrimmage and looked at me. I held up the folder and their eyes widened. They scrambled out of the ring in haste, taking off their gloves. One of the guards handed them each a towel and a water bottle and they came right next to me as I opened the folder.

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