Frank sat on my lap, snuggling up against me. I filled out the paperwork as he hummed happily, kissing my cheek and running his fingers through my hair.

"Hey, Gerard," Jamia said, walking into my office. "Can I talk to you alone?"

Frank looked at me sadly.

"Go up to your room and play with your toys," I said.

It looked like he was about to argue and I gave him a stern look. Frankie left quickly, shutting the door behind him.

"So, am I gonna have to take care of Frankie tonight?" She asked and I nodded. "This was not on my job info."

"Come on, it's not that hard," I said. "Just give him some fun shaped foods and set up a movie for him."

"Are you kidding me?" Jamia asked. "He's gonna cry, he'll miss you too much."

"No he won't," I said.

"Come on, he's growing so attached to you," she said. "And he's exactly your type too so you don't even mind."

"I don't have a type," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Yes you did," she insisted. "Your type is little twink boys who love dropping to their knees for you."

I rolled my eyes, putting my pen down. "Frankie!"

The door opened instantly, as though he had just been waiting outside. Jamia left the room and shut the door behind her.

"Yes, daddy?" He asked eagerly, coming over to sit on my lap. 

"I'm gonna have to go away tonight but Jamia's gonna stay here to play with you," I said.

Frank's smile fell as his eyes watered.

"Wh-why?" He asked.

"I have work to do," I said. "I won't be back until late."

His lip quivered and I kissed his forehead.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll be back soon," I said.

"B-but I'm gonna miss you," he whimpered. "Why can't I come?"

"Because it's too dangerous," I said.

"I'll be good!" He promised. "I'll do anything you tell me. Please, daddy, don't leave me here."

"I'll bring you home a treat for being good for daddy, okay?" I asked.

"When are you leaving?" He asked.

"In an hour," I stated and he whimpered. "Now, you be a good boy for Jamia or else you don't get your treat. No throwing fits, no crying, and listen to what she tells you to do."

Frank's lip was quivering and I could tell he was trying his hardest not to burst into tears.

"Can't I come?" He whimpered.

"Next time, baby boy," I said.

I didn't want him tagging along this time. The person I was meeting with was one of my more dangerous, rogue workers.

"When is next time?" He asked.

"When I say it is," I stated.

Frank sniffled, hugging Cleo to his chest.

"And if you're a good boy while I'm gone then tomorrow we can do whatever you want," I said. "I won't work tomorrow and we can just have tea parties or watch movies and cuddle."

"Really?" He asked hopefully.

"Yes," I promised. "Now, I've got a little time before I have to go. What do you wanna do, princess?"

"I want kissies," he said.

I smiled, kissing his cheek. His hand reached down, palming me through my slacks.

"Fuck, princess," I muttered.

Frank smiled innocently, moving down onto his knees in front of me between my legs.

"What are you up to, baby boy?" I asked.

Frank mouthed at the semi in my pants and I smirked. He undid my belt and button, pulling down my pants and boxers. I ran my fingers through his hair as he stroked me until I was fully hard.

There was that bit of nervousness again before he leaned forward, softly licking the tip. It felt like electricity all throughout my body as I shuddered. His lips wrapped around me as he took me into his mouth.

"Good boy," I muttered, my hand tangling into his hair.

I pushed him down further as I moaned.

"You're such a good little boy for daddy," I said.

My hips jerked up and he gagged. I fucked his mouth, listening to the obscene sounds of his gagging.

"Fuck, princess," I moaned.

I moved his head up and down on me. He moaned around me and vibrations shot throughout my body. My hand gripped his hair tighter, pushing him down further.

"Fuck, baby, 'm gonna come," I groaned.

I felt myself hit the back of his throat. I couldn't help it, that burning pleasure was building up. I came in his mouth and he swallowed all of it. He zipped my pants back up and smiled, sitting on my lap.

"C-can I come with you now?" Frank asked.

"No, sweetheart, you're gonna stay here," I said.

His eyes watered and lip quivered. Oh god, I hated seeing him cry, it made me so upset.

"Fine, you can tag along," I said and his whole face lit up. "But if you're bad daddy's gonna be really upset with you."

Frankie nodded and I kissed his cheek.

"Go grab your backpack and get changed," I said.

Frank nodded, hurrying upstairs. I found Jamia on the couch watching tv.

"You're saved from babysitting duty," I said. "He's gonna come along."

Jamia raised her eyebrows. "You're gonna bring him there?"

"Yeah, I'll keep him by my side," I said.

Frank came down and smiled at me. He was wearing a pink dress with a little Peter Pan collar and a white sweater over it. He also had little white socks with ruffles around the ankles and pink heels with a strap going across the top of the foot.

"You get everything you need?" I asked.

He smiled and nodded. "Got my paci and some snacks and my sippy cup and some toys and a pair of jammies."

"Good boy," I said, kissing the top of his head.

I held his hand and brought him out to the garage. It was dark outside when we got to where I wanted. Frank looked around curiously as we walked inside the casino. We got into the private elevator and Frank looked at his reflection in the door.

"Whose casino is this?" He asked.

"It's mine," I stated.

"Why do you have a casino?" He asked.

"Money laundering," I stated.

We got down to the private part of the casino. It was a club, a mature one at that. There were people stripping and doing drugs. And I'm pretty sure there was people fucking in the booth in the corner.

"Wh-where are we?" Frank asked nervously, leaning closer to me.

"Be good, okay?" I asked and he nodded.

We went to the VIP part and sat down at the booth. One of the waitresses walked over and gave me my usual drink, whiskey on the rocks.

"What would you like, sweetheart?" Lindsey asked.

She was probably my favorite worker here. She was always really nice.

"J-juice?" Frankie asked, holding out his empty sippy cup.

"We've got orange juice, pineapple juice and cranberry juice," she listed.

"Orange, please," Frankie said.

She smiled, taking his sippy cup and walking off.

"Why are we here?" Frankie asked nervously, watching as some lady in only a thong and heels danced for some men.

"We're meeting someone," I said. "You be good and you don't talk to him, okay?"

Frank nodded as Lindsey came back over and handed him his sippy cup before walking away. The man sat down across from me and I pursed my lips. He clearly intimidated Frankie, the little leaned closer and held my hand as he sucked on his paci.

Billie Joe bit his lip as he looked Frank over. He had spiky black hair and black eyeliner. His skin was littered with tattoos and he wasn't the nicest looking person. Didn't have the nicest personality either.

"I see you have a new toy," he remarked. "Is he gonna put on a show for us like the others? I know you love showing off your little pets."

"Stop stalling," I stated. "I want my money."

"Might need a little extra time," he said.

"Yeah, I've heard that before," i replied. "I might just need your head on a fucking stick."

Billie glared at me, tapping his finger against the table. His arm moved and I knew he was reaching for a weapon.

"Fishy fishy," Frankie sang.

He held out a Sweedish fish for me and I smiled softly, letting him feed it to me.

"I mean, I'd hate for something bad to happen to you little pet  if you didn't give me more time," he said.

"Is that a threat?" I asked.

Billie shrugged and Frankie whimpered, looking up at me. I wrapped an arm around him protectively as I glared.

"I gave you coke and you were supposed to sell," Gerard said. "Ten thousand dollars worth, I've only gotten eight thousand back."

"Can't you just smoke some pot and back off?" He asked.

"You think I'm gonna fucking back off?" I asked, leaning closer. "You owe me money and you're going to give it to me. Two thousand dollars by the end of the week or you're dead."

Billie looked at me with a small smirk.

"What about your little pet? Don't you care about him?" He asked.

I pulled my gun out, pointing it at him.

"If you threaten him one more time I will blow your fucking brains out," I said.

Billie Joe raised his eyebrows.

"Why do you stay with him?" He asked Frank.

Frank didn't say anything, just looked down at his lap.

"Well? You just gonna ignore me?" He asked.

"Daddy told me not to talk to you," Frank said quietly.

"Good boy," I said, rubbing his back.

Frank smiled softly, resting his head on my shoulder.

"Get out of here now," I said. "Have my money by Friday."

Billie sighed but left the booth.

"You were so good for daddy," I said.

"D-do I still get a treat even if I didn't stay home?" He asked.

"I don't know, princess, I wanted you to stay back there," I said.

Frankie whimpered, holding my hand.

"Please, daddy, I've been so good," he begged.

I sighed quietly in defeat and he smiled. And forty minutes later we were heading back home and he had a new stuffie in his lap.