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

Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 6

I stopped by the kitchen later, hoping Caterina would be there.

She wasn’t – but the delicious smell of her cooking still lingered in the air.

I didn’t see anything, though. The kitchen staff was beginning to prepare lunch, and they must have put Caterina’s food away.

“Would you like me to fix you something, sir?” Nuncio asked. He was the 40-something head chef on the breakfast and lunch shift.

“There was a girl in here earlier cooking something. What happened to the food?”

“We packed it up and put it in the refrigerator. But she was just an interviewee – I’m sure it wasn’t that good. I can cook you a steak if you like – ”

“No, I want to try her food. Fix me a plate, will you?”

Nuncio looked annoyed, but then he gave me a fake smile. “Certainly, sir.”

He had one of the other workers spoon some pasta and sauce out into a bowl and heat it in the microwave, then cut me some bread and put out a plate with a slice of zuccotto.

I tried the pasta.

Holy shit it was good.

Then I tried the bread, dipping it in some olive oil.

Fuck – it was even better.

And last I tried the cake.

I’d never had a dessert give me an orgasm before, but that slice of zuccotto almost did.

“Holy shit – this is incredible!” I exclaimed, then asked the kitchen staff, “Did any of you try it?”

“As I said, sir, she was an interviewee,” Nuncio said contemptuously. “And with no formal training, I might add. I’m glad you liked her food, but I doubt it would meet my standards.”

I wanted to say, Maybe you should pull that stick out of your ass and try this instead –

But I ignored him and immediately went up to Roberto’s office on the second floor. He was plinking away at his keyboard, staring at his screen like always.

I swear to God, if Roberto could fuck spreadsheets, he’d be the happiest man on the planet.

“Hey – are you the one who’s deciding who to hire for the kitchen?” I asked.

Roberto glanced over at me, then went back to his computer. “I’m not handling any of that. I just gave the salary info to Niccolo.”

“So Niccolo interviewed them?”

“Yes.”

Great.

of my brothers if you wanted to get

seen him in nearly four years – not since he’d gone to San Vittore, the shithole prison

honest, I was in awe of Dario. He was a total badass. And he was going to be Don someday, after Papa –

awesome thing was that he was going

the days until we

crazy temper, but you just had to know how to handle him. If I just waited out the shouting, he usually calmed down and was like, Fine. Whatever.

bank accounts. As long as what you

all. He reminded me of a surfer, just chillin’ and waiting for the next wave. He never, ever gave me

But Niccolo…

Niccolo was a prick.

he wasn’t a prick all the

smart. Way too fuckin’ smart for his own good, if you

from him, and it didn’t match up with what he wanted… god damn

go charm the asshole to

I knew just how to do

me another plate with what that girl cooked

further up his rectum, but he forced

“I insist.”

it, but he definitely wasn’t happy

looking for Niccolo and found him in the parlor, looking over some

caught a hint of perfume in the

had been

God, just thinking about

at me and made a face. “Oh, look, it’s

no idea what you’re

carrying a plate of

this girl cooking in the

Then he went back to his normal voice. “Do me a favor and cut the bullshit, will

I want you to try

told me she

but you gotta taste this for

hungry

TASTE it,

the plate in front

cleared away his things, he took the fork on the plate

grumpy look immediately turned

“Well?” I asked.

“Not bad,” he conceded.

mocking him back.