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

Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 7

I moved into the Rosolini mansion later that afternoon. The plan had been to wait until next week – after I could retrieve all my clothes from my apartment in Florence – but a couple of things sped up the schedule.

My ex drove me home. The entire time, he complained bitterly about having to wait three hours and being dissed by a bunch of ‘mafia goons.’

“I could’ve taken ‘em,” he boasted.

Yeah. Sure, buddy. Keep dreamin’.

He was even more resentful when I didn’t want to hook up afterwards.

“I drove you all that way and waited around for nothing?!” he fumed.

In the old days I might have given in, but all I could think about now was Valentino.

Why settle for hamburger (my ex) when you could have filet mignon?

He drove off in a huff like a spoiled child when I didn’t give him what he wanted.

When my parents found out where I’d been, they were ten times worse.

My mother saw the gigantic smile on my face and asked what was going on.

“I got a new job,” I announced happily.

When I told her where, she blew her lid and went and got my father.

started screaming at me about how stupid I

fool goes to work

front of the entire

up in a shallow grave

around for an entire evening of this, so I shut myself in the bathroom

answered on the other

and definitely

hi – I’m Caterina Martinelli. I just got hired this afternoon to work in the kitchen. My parents, are, uh, freaking out. Is there

will be there

address is –

already know

Then he hung up.

that wasn’t ominous at

crazy people screaming at

my room to pack. I threw everything I had into

suit

go

glared at

never would have said that

please not to go, and I probably would have listened to her. But even if I didn’t, she would have

years of my

Of criticizing me –

to my brothers

calling me a

and quiet suffering came crashing down