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.

fuckin’ hardass – the worst of my brothers if you wanted to get something

sucked that I hadn’t seen him in nearly four years – not since he’d gone to San Vittore, the shithole prison where

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

thing was that he was going to get

days until we had him back

how to handle him. If I just waited out the shouting,

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

the most laidback of all. He reminded me of a 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 most of

But Niccolo…

Niccolo was a prick.

prick all

fuckin’ smart for his

didn’t match up with what he wanted… god damn he could be

had to go charm the asshole to make

I knew just how to

the kitchen and told Nuncio, “Fix me another plate with what that girl cooked earlier. I want Niccolo to try

his rectum,

“I insist.”

he definitely wasn’t happy

him in the

of perfume in

immediately knew Caterina had

thinking about her turned

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

no idea what

said sarcastically, then noticed I was carrying a plate

girl cooking in the

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

really good cook! I want you to try some

Lombardi already told me she was excellent

you gotta

not hungry –

it,

grumbled as I set down the plate in front of him. “Not

the fork on the plate and took a

immediately

“Well?” I asked.

“Not bad,” he conceded.

said, mocking him