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.

had said she would start in

was planning on getting back home before she

brother, I

make sure I was there to greet her on

go back home after my last meeting with the Agrellas, but the guys insisted I

to get out of it, but they

on my last night in Florence, and

didn’t keep up appearances… so we went out for a late dinner and then to the

switched to soda water and

shot the shit with the Agrella guys and

they were drunk enough and had some girls

threw them in the Bugatti, and got the hell out

just spend the

my gut that I had to get back

I could think

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

Except… she wasn’t.

something

way she smelled… something

it was definitely her body. She was so different from all the chicks I

couldn’t stop thinking about

her from

her while I gripped

reason, I couldn’t keep my mind

driving me a little

just ‘a little,’ either

driving

able to

and

manning the surveillance camera on the gates sounded surprised to see me back home at 5:30 in the morning,

somebody there in case of an emergency –

was hungry and