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 –

snapped. “You’re not part of my crew. You

watched forlornly as I walked away with

a hurry to be a gangster,

might just get your

you if you

alleys of Gela, looking for

of them coughed up immediately, producing fatter stacks of bills than

weren’t exactly flush with

told

for it when he saw Rocco down

Big mistake.

took

guess those tracksuits were

minutes later, Rocco got a phone

him? Good. Where are you? Alright – see

walked until we found an alley where the three thugs

same Armani Exchange as Rocco’s dipshits – but his eyes were rimmed with

Classic case:

idiot who got high

on his boss’s supply, which was

get it. See, I got these guys who all owe me 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 and get ‘em to

nodded his head like

out of nowhere, he punched the guy in

broken it from

couple of people walking by

FUCK’RE YOU LOOKIN’

They immediately disappeared.

the guy. “You owe me six grand,

no, it’s only three,” the guy

it sounded more

grand a month ago, before

guy pleaded,

this piece of shit what happens when he’s late on his

what they were waiting

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