Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 5

I immediately went back to my cooking. But as I put the finishing touches on everything, I imagined that I was cooking it all for Valentino…

That I was seducing him with my cooking.

That once he tasted my food, he would take me to bed and ravish me all night long.

I guess it worked, because when I finally dished everything up for Signora Lombardi, she tried a bite of the tagliatelle alla Bolognese and her eyes widened.

“Oh – oh, that’s good,” she murmured.

Then she tried a slice of the bread, with its crackly outside and soft, pillowy inside. She tried it by itself without any olive oil or butter – and her eyes widened again.

“Mmf,” she said, her mouth full as she chewed.

It was a good ‘mmf.’

Finally, she tried a bite of the zuccotto.

This time her eyes closed and she made a face like the love of her life had just slipped his cock inside her.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned with her mouth closed.

I really hoped Aunt Giovanna was right when she said my cooking was better than sex.

“Mm… very good. Excellent,” she said as she wiped her mouth with a napkin. “Better than I’ve had in many Michelin-starred restaurants.”

I beamed like a five-year-old at Christmas.

“If it were up to me, I would hire you in an instant,” Signora Lombardi said.

My smile fell.

“…but it’s not up to you?” I asked, crestfallen.

She smiled sympathetically. “There’s someone else you need to talk to first.”


The next part of the interview was far scarier.

Signora Lombardi took me to a parlor near the front door of the mansion. Inside was a dark wood-paneled room filled with leather chairs. Bottles of expensive booze sat on a bar by the wall, and the faint scent of cigar smoke lingered in the air.

A guy was working on a sofa, sorting through sheets of paper laid out on a coffee table in front of him. He was dressed in a light blue dress shirt, although it was open at the neck and untucked over his expensive dress pants.

He looked like he could have been Valentino’s brother, except he was several years older, clean-cut, and more slender than muscular.

And not as hot.

Definitely very, very cute…

Just not as hot as my dream boy.

“Signor Rosolini,” Signora Lombardi said. “This is the new prospect I was telling you about – Caterina Martinelli.”

The guy looked up, locked eyes with me, and gave me a charming smile.

“Ciao, bella! Call me Niccolo. Please – sit,” he said, motioning towards a chair opposite him.

encouraging nod. I sat down and watched nervously as she walked out of the parlor and closed

relax! You’re very tense. A drink,

be wise to booze

Don’t need people drinking on the job. You passed. In fact, you can stop worrying – you practically have

quite complimentary, and I

one word stood out in

“…practically?” I asked.

check,” Niccolo said. “You

me and my friends off after that drunken party in

knew that. We checked you out before you even stepped foot on the property. But I need to ask you

I swallowed hard. “Okay.”

arms flung out on either side and resting on the

my family?” he asked in a

Oh shit.

that you

Niccolo laughed.

to hear that’s the word on the street.” Then he stopped laughing, and his smile faded. “I

Oh shit. Oh SHIT.

“I…”

the side and waited, never taking his eyes off

“That… you’re…”

I trailed off.

said as

and look him in the eye at the same

you’re mafia,”

was a

Niccolo burst out

up

look so nervous, bella,” he said. “Don’t worry – I’m well aware of the rumors about my family. Let me assure you, they’re just that: rumors. We’re importers and exporters. We deal in wine and olive oil. We have one business here, another

seemed so

then his smile turned

thugs… that’s why you might occasionally see men with guns on the property. They’re our bodyguards. We’ve

have a boyfriend,”

lot of exes,

one less person to tempt you, then!” he said cheerfully. “We’ll have you sign a pile of NDAs – that’s Non-Disclosure Agreements – but I wanted to be sure

wasn’t

wasn’t friendly,

in everything he was telling

to make sure I got the message without

up

was pretty sure the Rosolinis

know that they were… and was that going to be a

other than what I’d

I would have run away

my life

cooking for a living, then I’d do just about anything Niccolo

incredibly handsome

tell anyone,”

his hands together. “You’ll live here on the estate in the

will?!” I asked,

I’m afraid, but you’ll have access to the grounds when you’re not working. It’s quite beautiful here. I’ll arrange for one of our bodyguards to take you on a tour if you like. Now, unfortunately, no matter how great a cook Signora Lombardi says you are, there’s a bit of a hierarchy in the kitchen – and I don’t want to be poisoned by your jealous co-workers,” he joked. “So you’ll be starting out on breakfast and lunch, where you’ll aid the main cook in meal prep. Eventually you’ll move up, but that might take

and garlic for years in a top

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