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.

the worst of my brothers if you wanted to get something

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

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

was that he was going to get out in

literally counting down the days until we had him back

I just waited out the shouting, he

stocks and bank accounts. As long as what you wanted wasn’t too expensive,

most laidback of all. He reminded me of a surfer, just chillin’ and waiting for the next wave. He

But Niccolo…

Niccolo was a prick.

a prick all

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

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

now I had to go charm the asshole

I knew just how

plate with what that girl cooked

further up his rectum, but he forced a smile.

“I insist.”

did it, but he definitely wasn’t


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

in

had been

swear to God, just thinking about her turned

face. “Oh,

have no idea what you’re

carrying a plate of food. “What

this girl cooking in the kitchen earlier –

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

cook! I want you to try

me

but you gotta taste this

not hungry

it,

plate in front of him. “Not on the paperwork –

the fork

grumpy look immediately

“Well?” I asked.

“Not bad,” he conceded.

I said, mocking

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