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 my crew. You

forlornly as I walked away with Rocco and his

be in a hurry to be a

you might just

you if you

alleys of Gela, looking for the guys who

them coughed up immediately, producing fatter stacks of bills than the shopkeepers from the

of guys weren’t exactly

so hard the guy crumpled to the ground. Rocco told

it when he saw

Big mistake.

took off at a

tracksuits were good for

minutes later, Rocco got a phone call

Good. Where are you? Alright –

alley where the three thugs had the drug dealer pinned up against

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

Classic case:

high on his

was his

all a misunderstanding,” the guy pleaded. “I got your money – I just gotta go 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

head like he was listening

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

broken it from the way the guy

by the

YOU LOOKIN’ AT?!” Rocco roared

They immediately disappeared.

“You owe me six grand,

it’s only

jaw, it sounded

three grand a month ago, before all the late fees. Now you owe

guy pleaded, tears in his

shit what happens when he’s late

was what they were

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