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Corrupting Cali: Declan’s Story (Syndicate Daddies Book 1), page 1
CORRUPTING CALI
SYNDICATE DADDIES
BOOK 1
KATE OLIVER
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Written by: Kate Oliver
Cover Designer: Scott Carpenter
Copyright © 2023 Kate Oliver
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CONTENTS
Content Warnings
Prologue
1. Cali
2. Declan
3. Cali
4. Declan
5. Cali
6. Declan
7. Cali
8. Declan
9. Cali
10. Declan
11. Cali
12. Declan
13. Cali
14. Declan
15. Cali
16. Declan
17. Cali
18. Declan
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20. Declan
21. Cali
22. Declan
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24. Declan
25. Cali
26. Declan
27. Cali
28. Declan
29. Cali
30. Declan
31. Cali
32. Declan
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CONTENT WARNINGS
This book is a Daddy Dom romance. The MMC in this book is a Daddy Dom and the MFC identifies as a Little. This is an act of role-playing between the characters and falls under the BDSM umbrella. This is a consensual power exchange relationship between adults. In this story there are spankings and discussions of other forms of discipline.
This story is a big darker than some of Kate’s other stories so if you prefer to avoid dark romance, this story may not be for you.
Please do not read this story if you find any of this to be disturbing or a trigger for you.
PROLOGUE
DECLAN
Six months ago…
It’s the one night a year I can go undetected. The one night I can walk into Surrender and nobody knows who the fuck I am. The crowd doesn’t part as I walk through because they don’t know the person under this mask is the head of the North American Irish Mafia. They’re not afraid. Only Roman, the club owner, knows I’m here because I had to check in at the front desk when I came in, and he happened to be there.
My men keep a safe distance away, wearing their own costumes so they don’t draw attention to me. I’m wearing a gray suit instead of my usual black. The full wolf mask and leather gloves with faux claws, hide my tattoos. I’m flying completely under the radar. It’s a refreshing feeling but something that will only last for tonight. I can’t walk around my city wearing a wolf mask all the time. Even if it is less scary to people than seeing my real face.
After getting a glass of whiskey from the bar, I head toward the only place I want to be for the rest of the night. A place where my darkness seems a little less ominous because of all the light that comes from the room. It’s no place for a man like me. I’m dangerous. A fucking monster. But I can’t help myself. It’s what I like. It’s the type of Dom that I am, and honestly, I can use all the light in my life I can get.
Opening the door, I look around and smile behind my mask. It’s Halloween, and everyone is dressed up for the occasion. The club has a huge Halloween party each year, and everyone gets so damn excited for it since it gives them a reason to get all dressed up. The members go all out, and the owners give prizes for the best costumes.
I scan the room. I’m not sure what I’m looking for, but the behavior is ingrained after so many years. In my line of work, you must be aware of your surroundings. My men are always aware. It’s how we’ve survived this long.
Princesses, pixies, angels, cowboys, and Prince Charmings are all over the room. Women and men dressed as adorable characters from their favorite movies. Two of my guys enter the room behind me, though they’re still keeping their distance while two more stand in the hall keeping watch for any danger. My men and I share the same interests, so this room is like a candy store to us.
I’ve never hooked up with anyone at Surrender, but I think I come because this might be the closest I’ll ever get to actually having a soft, submissive, and innocent woman in my life. I might be a monster, but I would never force a woman to become part of this life because of my own selfish needs.
Something red in the corner of the room catches my eye. Red always catches my eye. It’s the color of blood. It’s probably fucked up to say it’s my favorite color because of that, but you don’t become the boss by being apologetic about who you are.
The woman in red is curled up on a huge bean bag with a book in her hand and a basket sitting next to her. It takes a moment for me to realize she’s dressed as Little Red Riding Hood. And I’m the big, bad wolf. The air feels like it’s sucked out of my lungs when I settle my gaze on her face.
Every once in a while, she looks up from her book and watches the crowd with a soft smile on her lips, and each time she does that, I get a glimpse of her big brown doe eyes. Her skin is milky, and her chestnut-colored hair is pulled into low pigtails that make her long tresses cascade down to her breasts.
Holy fuck, she’s an angel. I’ve seen a lot of beautiful women in my life. I own dozens of strip clubs. I’ve seen the best of the best, but this woman tops them all by far.
Before I realize it, I’m making my way over to her, and though I have no fucking idea what I’m going to say, I know I have to talk to her. I need to hear her voice. I need to hear what she sounds like when she laughs. I need this more than I need air right now.
Coming to a stop in front of her, I stare at her for several seconds, frowning behind my mask at the fact that she’s oblivious to me. Why isn’t she paying closer attention to her surroundings? I instantly feel protective over her, and I also want to shake her a little and tell her she needs to pay better attention to who’s approaching her.
As I clear my throat, she glances up and then does a double take. She can’t see my face or any part of me behind my costume but I’m guessing the fact that she’s Little Red and I’m the wolf is what’s causing her to stare at me like she’s seeing a ghost.
“Happy Halloween, Little Red.”
A smile pulls at the corners of her mouth, causing her plump lips to look like a heart. It makes my cock thicken in my slacks.
“Happy Halloween, Wolf,” she says softly.
Shit. Her voice sounds like an angel. She’s beautiful. Even though she has some makeup on, I can tell she’d be just as gorgeous barefaced as she is tonight.
“No candy? Aren’t Little girls like you supposed to be on a sugar high tonight?”
Her smile widens, and she reaches over to her basket and pulls a piece of cloth away to reveal a bunch of candy, making me chuckle.
“Hiding it, I see. That’s kind of naughty.”
Those brown eyes sparkle with mischief as she puts the cloth back in place, hiding her stash again. “I didn’t want the wolf to come and steal it all. He’s known for that, you know.”
The grin I’m sporting behind my mask is so fucking wide, my cheeks are going to hurt in the morning. “Can I sit?”
She regards me for a second before she nods and moves her basket as if to keep it away from me.
Sitting on bean bags isn’t exactly something I’m accustomed to, but for this girl, I’d sit on a bed of coals to talk to her for a few minutes. She’s too sweet, too innocent, too everything I’m not for me to do anything more than talk to her, but I can’t tear myself away.
Lowering myself to the beanbag, I lean my back against the wall and stretch my legs out in front of me. Getting this close to her was a mistake. I can smell her fragrance and it’s making me feel drunk.
“What’s your favorite kind of candy?” I ask, motioning toward her basket.
“Peanut butter cups. What’s yours?”
“Snickers.”
She grins and leans over to her basket. When she sits up again, she holds out a miniature Snickers bar. “Since you’re a nice wolf, I’ll share.”
I take the candy from her delicate fingers. “Just because the wolf seems nice doesn’t mean he actually is.”
She shrugs. “I have a feeling you won’t hurt me, Wolf.”
Fuck me. She’s too damn sweet and innocent. I’d corrupt her whole world if she got involved with me. I can’t do that to her. I don’t have a lot of morals but for her, I have this one.
“What are you reading?” I ask, wanting to change the subject.
Her cheeks turn pink and her eyes lower to her book. “Uh, it’s just a plain old boring romance book.”
I wish she could see my face right now so she could see my raised eyebrow and stern expression ov er the fact that she just fed me a half-truth. It might be a romance book, but it’s definitely not a plain old boring one based on the color of her cheeks.
Reaching out, I tug the book from her fingers and look at the cover. “Haylee’s Hero Daddy. That seems like more than just a boring romance.”
She reaches over and takes the book back, her cheeks a full-on scarlet color now.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. We’re here in this room. I assume you’re a Little,” I say.
“Maybe.” She tucks the book under her thigh. “I’m not Little like some of them.”
She’s gesturing toward some of the women in the room who are obviously age players who play at a very young age. Some of them have pacifiers in their mouths. That’s what this room was designed for.
It’s almost as if she’s ashamed she doesn’t play that young, but I wouldn’t care either way. I’m a Daddy Dom, through and through, but it’s never mattered to me what age a woman plays at, as long as she’s submissive, loves rough and dirty sex, and lets me take care of her.
“No? What’s your Little like, then?”
She looks at me with wide eyes and thinks for a few seconds. “I’m not sure. I just, I like to feel young, I guess. I like being able to forget about my responsibilities and feel like someone else will take care of me. I like having my control stripped away so I can just relax and not have to think so much. Does that make me a fraud?”
I smile and shake my head. “No, baby girl. All of that makes perfect sense. You crave being looked after by someone who wants to care for you in a way that’s more intimate than a vanilla relationship. You can still be Little without defining that side of you with a certain age. Some Littles fluctuate on age ranges they’re most comfortable in, and sometimes it might change based on their mood. The most important thing about it is that you have a Daddy you can trust to take away all your choices so you don’t have to think or worry about anything other than having fun doing whatever makes you happy. What do you like to do for fun when you’re in this headspace?”
When she raises her big brown eyes to my mask, I can see the simple statement made her feel better, and the smile she gives me makes me so incredibly happy inside.
“I love puzzles and games. I like doing crafts too. I love to make bracelets and stuff like that. I always wanted one of those bracelet-making kits when I was a kid, but I never got one, so now whenever I can, I buy one and make them. I love to watch animated movies. Oh, and I love to paint and color.”
Fuck, this Little girl is precious. The sad part is, I don’t think she realizes it. “Those all sound like perfect activities for a Little girl like you.”
She grins at me, obviously thrilled by my approval, and it makes me want to praise her even more.
“What’s your name, Little Red?”
“Cali.”
Nodding, I reach out my gloved hand to hers. “Nice to meet you, Cali.”
She eyes my hand for a few seconds before she slides her smaller one into mine and shakes it. “Nice to meet you too, Wolf.”
I need to get away from her. She’s intoxicating, and if I don’t get control of myself, I might do something stupid. As much as she’d be worth being stupid for, I won’t drag her into my world. She’s too fucking sweet and innocent. She’s also everything I’ve ever dreamed of, and I know she’ll be in my thoughts for the rest of my life. I’ll probably hate myself for walking away, but it’s for her own good. At least I’ll keep telling myself that.
Getting to my feet, I look down at her one last time. “Be good, Red. Don’t let any other wolves steal your candy.”
The look of disappointment in her eyes almost kills me, but it’s better this way. It’s the only way I can make sure she’s safe. She’ll find a Daddy one day who won’t have to walk away. The thought of her with another man wakes the monster inside me, but while I’m a selfish man, I can’t be selfish with her.
“Goodbye, Cali.”
I watch as she takes a sharp breath, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, and then I force myself to turn and walk away. As I head toward the door, I hear her soft voice.
“Bye, Wolf.”
My heart slams against my ribs, desperate for me to turn around. I force myself not to look back at her before I walk through the door and head toward the front of the club. Two of my men are in the hallway and instantly follow me after I storm past them.
“Find out everything about her. If she has a boyfriend, get rid of him. She’s mine,” I growl.
“Aye.”
And with that, I burst out of the club and get into the waiting SUV, slamming the door behind me. “Go to the warehouse,” I bark at my driver.
There’s only one thing that will get my mind off Little Red Riding Hood, and unfortunately for the traitor being held at my destination, I’m feeling especially ruthless tonight.
1
CALI
Present day…
“Come on, Scarlet. The guy is a creep. Dump him. He’s not Daddy material. He treats you like a possession.”
This isn’t the first time I’ve told my sister this. The guy she’s dating has been being a jerk for months, and instead of leaving him like she should, she’s been letting him treat her like shit.
It pisses me off to see my sister—who is also my very best friend—be treated like she’s nothing. I hadn’t liked the sound of the guy from the very first time she’d told me about him, but he’d treated her well in the beginning, so I had kept my mouth shut. But now, it’s impossible to be quiet. She deserves so much better.
Scarlet shrugs and takes a sip of her energy drink before setting it on the counter where she’ll surely leave it for days before she’ll finally throw it away. “Cali, he’s just stressed. Work has been crazy for him and he’s under a lot of pressure. You know he’s about to become the boss.”
I can’t stop myself from rolling my eyes. “He’s a gangster, Scar. I doubt that can be considered actual work. And if he can’t handle the stress, maybe he shouldn’t be the boss.”
Her eyes widen. “You swore you’d never speak about it again.”
I’d known the guy did some shady business from the get-go, but it wasn’t until Scarlet and I got drunk off a cheap bottle of wine one night that she told me he was in the mob. Then she swore me to secrecy because she wasn’t supposed to tell anyone. We never spoke about it again after that but it made me worry for her safety. Surely being the girlfriend of a mobster wasn’t exactly safe. What do I know, though? I haven’t had a boyfriend since high school, and my dating life in general is basically non-existent, so I really have no room to talk.
“Sorry. I just wish you would take a step back and really look at the way he treats you. He doesn’t take care of you the way a Daddy should. He seems really selfish, and it’s like you have to earn his attention and affection.”
I hate ragging on my sister but she needs to hear it, even though I feel like an ass when her bottom lip starts trembling.
Bringing her hands up to her eyes, she wipes away the tears that start falling. “I just… I don’t know if he’ll let me break up with him, Cali.”
My eyes widen because this is the first time she’s ever said anything like this. “What do you mean, let you? He doesn’t have to let you do anything. Just because you’re Little doesn’t mean you can’t make your own choices.”
Both my sister and I discovered we were Little when we were in high school. We’re not sure if our fucked-up childhood is why we want a man who Daddies and dominates us, but whatever it is, it’s something we both realized we wanted and needed when we were teenagers. She’s actually had Daddies in real life—unlike me—but those so-called Daddies have all been crappy. I crave having a relationship like that one day in the future, just not with the type of assholes she’s been with.
