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.

said she would start in

getting back home before

I’d said to my brother, I definitely

I was there to

my last meeting with the Agrellas,

of it, but

of a ritual to go out drinking with them on my last night in Florence, and I didn’t

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

one drink, then switched to soda water and

Agrella

enough and had some girls interested in them, I got the

hotel room, grabbed my suitcases and threw them in the Bugatti, and got the hell

should just spend the night.

this feeling in my gut that I

could think

the

Except… she wasn’t.

was something different

way she smelled…

of it was definitely her body. She was so different from

thinking

taking her

inside her while I gripped that

the reason, I couldn’t

it was driving

just ‘a little,’ either

driving me

be able to rest until I had

the deserted highways and got back home in an

the gates sounded surprised to see me back home at 5:30 in the morning, but he let me in

– we always had somebody there in case of an emergency – and told the guy in charge to have somebody take my bags up to my

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