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

Chapter 45

Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 45

We were meeting Rocco in a town called Gela, another small beach resort on the southern coast of Sicily.

Gela was a lot farther west than Pozzallo, which meant it was closer to Don Vicari’s compound. Paolo got us there in only an hour and a half.

We found Rocco and his boys in another café, sitting outside in their tracksuits.

“Well, well, well,” Rocco said as I walked up with Paolo. “Look who’s here – Mr. Bleedin’ Heart.”

I didn’t say anything. I just stood there grimly.

Rocco stayed in his chair. He knew better than to stand up next to me and look like a school kid.

“Am I gonna have any fuckin’ trouble out of you today?” he snapped.

“No.”

“No, sir,” he corrected me.

All his rent-a-thugs snickered.

“Don’t push it,” I warned him.

He glared at me, then broke out into a smirk. “The only reason I’m puttin’ up with your sorry ass is because Pop said I had to. But you so much as step out of line or give me any lip, I swear…”

He trailed off to imply a threat. It wasn’t very scary.

I wanted to say, You swear what, exactly? You’ll send me back home to Daddy because you’re too much of a pussy to handle it yourself?

Instead, I replied, “I won’t say anything.”

“Good. But just so I don’t have to listen to your fucking whining, today we’re starting with the scum of the earth. Does that meet your approval?” he asked mockingly.

“Fine.”

“Good. Let’s roll.”

Paolo moved to follow the group as they all moved into the street –

Rocco snapped. “You’re not part of

walked away with Rocco and

a

you might just

you if

alleys of Gela, looking

up immediately, producing fatter stacks of bills than the shopkeepers

weren’t exactly flush with cash,

to the ground. Rocco told him to have the money (plus a 50% late fee) in five days, or Rocco would break both

run for it when he

Big mistake.

thugs took off at a

tracksuits were

minutes later, Rocco got a

Good. Where are you? Alright

found an alley where the three thugs had the drug dealer pinned

were so-so – it looked like he shopped at the same Armani Exchange as Rocco’s dipshits – but his eyes were rimmed with red, and

Classic case:

idiot who got high on

his boss’s supply, which was his really big

a grand, but they’ve been giving me the runaround. I been on their ass all week about payin’ me back. If you go with me, you could, like, scare the shit out of them

head like he was

then, out of nowhere, he punched the guy in the

have broken it from the way the guy

by the alleyway

YOU LOOKIN’ AT?!” Rocco

They immediately disappeared.

to the guy. “You owe me six grand, you stupid

– no, it’s only three,” the

jaw, it sounded more

grand a month ago, before all

the guy

when he’s late

they were

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