Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 16

All in all, I really enjoyed my job and where I worked.

And though I might not have gotten every single thing I wanted from Valentino – like the occasional tender lovemaking – I still didn’t want things to ever change.

But they did.

Everything does, eventually.


The first huge change was when a Swedish man named Lars came to the house.

He was very handsome. Not as handsome as Valentino, obviously – but still plenty hot.

Lars had been in prison with Dario, Valentino’s oldest brother. Once Lars got out, Dario sent him to his family so they could give him a job.

They gave him a job, all right: overturning the apple cart.

Apparently he had been a soldier, because he began training all the men who worked for the family – and Valentino and his brothers – in self-defense and firing guns.

Overnight, the grounds around the mansion turned into a military base.

Valentino trained for hours in the afternoon and was so worn out that he temporarily stopped coming to my room at night.

Which was good in that I finally caught up on some much-needed sleep –

But I was beginning to get irritated with Signor Lars.

At least Val would still come into the kitchen in the early morning hours and fuck my brains out. That part didn’t change, thankfully.


Then tragedy struck:

Valentino’s father died. A heart attack out of nowhere.

– especially Adriano, who had a soft side I’d never realized

was in so much pain, I did everything I could to comfort

as we lay in bed, slowly stroking his hair. We didn’t have sex

did my best to drown him in pleasure so


Fausto and Aurelio left – and took half

something important. Very important. The way everyone deferred to him,

worked for the family. Instead, he went out on his

mafia-style shit, I

than half the kitchen staff was gone. Signora Lombardi, Nuncio, and most

in a way,

have to deal with Fausto’s arrogance or Aurelio’s nastiness

promotion to fixing lunch

chaotic and three times as much work,

And people noticed.

me my food was amazing, so

that the quality of breakfast and lunch had

nodded and said, “Good shit,” every

might not see that as huge praise, but

complimented me… although that didn’t make me trust him


Dario got out

on staff was instructed to call him Don Rosolini (cough cough,

After Valentino, he was probably the hottest of the

made me

once. In fact,

was just

king.

And dangerous.

something that

was


after Dario

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