Mafia Kings: Valentino: Dark Mafia Romance Series #6 by Olivia Thorn

As far back as I can remember, I loved to cook.

My grandmother used to teach me when I was little. I would crack eggs for her, then spend several minutes fishing out the broken shells that always fell in. Nonna would smile and not say anything, but she would always double-check before she combined the eggs with the other ingredients.

I would knead dough with her on the kitchen table, my tiny hands chubby and pink next to her wrinkled ones.

I was older, she let me cut up the tomatoes, garlic, and onions that formed the base of many of her sauces. The recipes were a family secret passed down from

when to remove the pasta from the boiling water…

loved my grandmother, and I know she adored

seen cooking as an act of