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.

the worst of my brothers if you wanted to get something out of

sucked that I hadn’t seen him in nearly four years – not since he’d gone to

badass.

was that he was going to get out in

down the days until

how to handle him. If I just waited out the shouting, he usually calmed down and was like, Fine. Whatever. Do whatever the fuck you

a shit about anything but finances and stocks and bank accounts. As long as what you wanted wasn’t too expensive, he was

surfer, just chillin’ and waiting for the next wave. He never, ever gave me a problem. In fact, I probably enjoyed shooting the shit and bantering with him

But Niccolo…

Niccolo was a prick.

a prick all the time. He

fuckin’ smart for

with what he wanted… god damn he could be a dick about

go charm the

knew just how

told Nuncio, “Fix me another plate with

like the stick went even further up his rectum, but

“I insist.”

but he definitely

him

of perfume in the air as I entered

knew Caterina had been in

thinking about her

made a face. “Oh, look, it’s Casanova, sniffing around

have no idea what

he said sarcastically, then noticed I was carrying

this girl cooking in the kitchen earlier

talking about,’” he said, obviously mimicking me. Then he went back to his normal voice. “Do me a favor and

really good cook! I want you

me she was excellent –

you gotta taste

not hungry –

it,

set down the plate in front

away his things, he took the fork

immediately turned

“Well?” I asked.

“Not bad,” he conceded.

said, mocking him back. “Try the