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

Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 9

I’d been in Florence for almost a week doing shit for Uncle Fausto.

Ever since Dario had gone to jail, Fausto had gotten paranoid that the government might be tapping our phones and monitoring our emails. So every month, somebody had to go deliver messages and cash to the guys who bribed our network of judges and cops in Florence.

Since I was low man on the totem pole, that job usually fell to me.

During the day, I met with our guys and had a few meetings with people who worked for the Agrellas – the Cosa Nostra family who ran all the street-level shit in Florence, like drugs and prostitution.

At night, I partied.

Sometimes with people in our own organization; sometimes with lower-level dudes in the Agrella family; and sometimes just with guys I knew from years of going to Florence.

The one thing I stayed away from on this trip was girls.

I didn’t hit up any of my regular booty calls when I came to town.

I didn’t go up to any hot chicks in the clubs.

And if a girl came over and talked to me, I’d be like, Sorry, tonight I’m just hanging with my friends.

One of my buddies noticed and asked me what the fuck was going on.

“Just not feelin’ it,” I yelled back over the music.

“What the fuck?!” he laughed. “When the fuck have you ever not ‘felt it’ – especially if they have tits like that chick had?!”

I didn’t tell him I was thinking about a chick with even bigger boobs – and all natural…

A thick little hottie with an ass to die for.

Not coming made me start to get edgy and super horny…

But all I could think about was Caterina.

she would start

on getting back

brother, I definitely had plans

was there to greet her on her first

after my last meeting with the Agrellas, but the guys insisted I go out clubbing

of it, but they

go out drinking with them on my last night

so

drink, then switched to soda water

the Agrella guys and had a few laughs

as soon as they were drunk enough and had some girls

threw them in

my head kept saying, I should just spend the night. Get

this feeling in my gut that I had to

could think

girl – like the dozen or so I’d turned down all week at the

Except… she wasn’t.

was something different about

smelled… something the animal in me responded

her body. She was so different from all the chicks I normally slept

couldn’t stop thinking about

her from

I gripped that

I couldn’t keep my mind

was driving

‘a little,’ either

driving me

to be able to

down the deserted highways and got back

surveillance camera on the gates sounded surprised to see me back home

of an

door, I was hungry and wanted something to eat before I