Mayfair Place Daddy (Mayfair Mafia Daddies #1) Read Online Joe Satoria

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Mayfair Mafia Daddies Series by Joe Satoria
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
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“I’m your Daddy now.”
Leo Conroy is a sleight-of-hand savant, except sometimes it gets him into trouble… and an organised crime family are the last people you want to make mad. Even if he pouts and puts on a cute onesie, little Leo isn’t ready for his new Daddy.
Will he give in to the whims of Mr Maxwell?
Samuel “Stabby” Maxwell will do anything for the family’s crime business, but he won’t punish the boy who robbed from him… because sometimes forced servitude is all the punishment required. Samuel sees himself in this boy, every night.
Can he protect the boy from his secret history?
Together, they discover a unique dynamic. Samuel, with all his money and power, will do anything for what’s his. And Leo, with his hand tricks, will always look to please those in charge.
Nothing is going right, and people are out for blood. Will everyone in the Maxwell crime family make it out alive?

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1. LEO

Rich men were easy targets. They were usually busy on their phones, acting like they were the only people around. Often, I heard them talking about money and stocks. To be fair, I did most of my work outside some of the financial buildings.

These men were far too distracted to notice as I unclipped their fancy watches and slipped them off their wrists. Or when I dipped two fingers into a pocket to fish out their wallets. I had years of experience pickpocketing, but I only did it to people I knew could afford it. People who bragged about wealth. Even if I didn’t hear them, I saw it on their faces, in their clothes, and how they smelled.

Today’s mark had been a man, smelling like a vanilla Yankee candle had smoked a pack of cigars. He was probably in his thirties, pre-occupied on his phone. He walked like someone who had always had money. It was effortless. The suit was tailored, not that ever had a tailored suit, but up close, you learn to tell the difference between cheap and expensive.

This man was expensive, and so was every other wealthy Mayfair man. I had no guilt, and not a single ounce of remorse for what I did. Besides, they didn’t know it had happened until I was long gone down an alley, or across a road, or escaping into Hyde Park while I rummaged through their wallets.

My regular pawn shop, Platinum Pawn, just outside Chelsea, welcomed me with open arms. It wasn’t like they were a reputable business. They had one window boarded with wood. It was sprayed with graffiti. It looked abandoned from the outside, unless you noticed the dim sign above the door flashing to say it was open.

“Derek,” I said, walking into the shop.

A plump man sat behind a reinforced plastic window, a pair of magnifying glasses over his eyes. He pulled them away to look at me. “Leo,” he grumbled. “I’ve already told ya. That last piece you brought in almost got me raided.”

“Well,” I snickered, holding up the fancy silver Rolex in front of him. “This one doesn’t have an inscription on it. So, it’s safe.”

He grunted, pushing the counter slot open. “Let me see.”

As I handed the Rolex over, I looked at the glass shelves in the pawnshop. They were filled with rings. None of it was what I’d pawned. He knew better. Everything I sold to Derek was stolen.

“I’ll give you two grand,” he said, clearing his throat.

“Two grand, c’mon, look at the condition of it,” I said, placing my hands on the security partition before pushing my face to it. “It’s in mint condition.”

“Take it or leave it,” he said, snapping his fingers at me. “And don’t put your grubby fucking hands on the glass.”

I rolled my eyes at him, pulling myself away. I tugged the sleeve of my jacket over a hand and buffed out the marks. “I’ll take it, but this man was so oblivious. He didn’t even know what happened. I should be paid more for my skill.”

“You’re not taking any of the risk,” he said, glancing at me and shaking his head. “I won’t be able to take anymore high-ticket items from you for a few weeks. I still have one to sell.”

“Fine, fine.”

Derek counted the money in twenty-pound notes before collecting them all together and sliding them under the slot on the counter. “I’m being serious, Leo,” he said. “You need to cool it around here, at least for a few weeks.”

I nodded back at him as I grabbed the stack of notes and gave them a count. Derek wouldn’t short me, but I counted them anyway. “Yeah, yeah. A few weeks.”

Stuffing the stack of notes into the depths of my pockets and zipping it shut. I felt like I’d done a solid day’s work.

On the way home, I stopped by Tig’s Chicken Shop to grab some lunch. Fried chicken and chicken salt chips were my favourite way to reward myself after a successful swipe. I also grabbed something for Susie, my friend, who I lived with. It was her father’s council flat, but he passed a couple years ago, and she got to keep the flat. It was great because it was rent controlled, but it was in this huge block of flats covered in this piss-colour yellow and grey stone. They really made them look the most unappealing places to live.


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