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.

at me about how

fool goes

in front

end up in a shallow

entire evening of this, so I shut myself in the

a man answered on the

voice, and definitely not

I just got hired this afternoon to work in the kitchen. My parents, are, uh, freaking out. Is

be there in

address

know

Then he hung up.

that wasn’t ominous

people screaming at me from

room to pack. I threw everything I had into my suitcase and waited out the screaming until a black Mercedes pulled up in

I could see a man in a black suit and tie get out of the car

my father stepped in front of me. “If you go out there and get

at

have said that

to go, and I probably would have listened to her. But even if I

years of my

Of criticizing me –

my brothers and

calling me a

crashing down

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