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.

would start in

on getting back home

I’d said to my brother, I definitely had plans to

make sure I was there to greet her on

with the Agrellas, but the guys

to get out of it, but they acted all

to go out drinking with them on my last night in Florence, and

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

drink, then switched to soda water and lime

the shit with the Agrella

some girls interested in them, I got the fuck out

back to my hotel room, grabbed my suitcases and threw them in the Bugatti, and

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

I had this feeling in my gut that I had to get

I could think

– like the dozen

Except… she wasn’t.

was something different

way she smelled… something the animal in me responded

her body. She was so different

thinking about her

taking her

inside her while I gripped that spectacular

reason, I couldn’t keep my mind

it was driving me a little

just ‘a little,’

was driving me

I wasn’t going to be able to rest until I

deserted highways and got back

me back home at

at the garage – we always had somebody there in case of an emergency – and told the guy in charge to have somebody take

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