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.

who had a soft side I’d never realized

in so much pain, I did

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

I did my best to drown him in pleasure so he could forget his grief,

left

way everyone deferred to

death, Fausto no longer worked for the family. Instead, he

shit, I don’t know what

kitchen staff was gone. Signora Lombardi, Nuncio, and most of my older co-workers left to go work

a way, was

didn’t have to deal with Fausto’s arrogance or

promotion to fixing lunch and breakfast with the few morning staff

as much work, but I was

And people noticed.

always told me my food was amazing, so that wasn’t

by the kitchen to tell me that the quality of breakfast and lunch had improved immensely, which made me swell

merely nodded and said, “Good shit,” every time

huge praise, but considering who it came from,

stopped by and complimented me… although

Dario got out of prison and

father’s spot because everybody on staff was instructed to call him Don Rosolini (cough

Valentino, he was probably

made me really

fact, he frequently smiled

just

a king. Mysterious

And dangerous.

that felt

he was the

after Dario