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

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

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

we lay in bed, slowly stroking his hair.

best to drown him in pleasure so

Fausto and Aurelio left – and

exactly what Fausto did, but I knew he did something important. Very important. The way everyone

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

some mafia-style shit,

than half the kitchen staff was gone. Signora Lombardi,

way, was

with Fausto’s arrogance

lunch and breakfast with the few morning

and three times as much work, but I was finally doing

And people noticed.

me my food was amazing, so

Massimo both stopped by the kitchen to tell me that the quality

shit,” every

as huge praise, but considering

complimented me… although

then Signor Dario got out of

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

handsome as hell. After Valentino, he was

he made

me, not once. In fact, he frequently smiled if he saw me

was just

king.

And dangerous.

that felt very dangerous

he was

after Dario