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

Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 47

After collecting from the pimps, Rocco said we were going to break for lunch. He and his buddies strolled towards a pizza joint, the kind that serves fast food to tourists.

He’d just collected over $10,000 in protection money, but he was still going to eat at a shitty restaurant.

Figures.

“I’m surprised, Movie Star,” Rocco sneered. “You didn’t try to pay for a single one of them.”

“I only pay for normal people, not pimps and drug dealers.”

“Oh, you’ll be happy then – we’re doing the shopkeepers after lunch,” he said, and all his thugs laughed.

Suddenly Paolo came trotting up. “Hey, Valentino, something important came up – I need you to come with me.”

I immediately saw a light at the end of the tunnel.

I turned to Rocco. “Look, I don’t want to be there for the shopkeepers, and you don’t want me there – so can we call it a day?”

Rocco gave me a smile of smug superiority. I’d just asked his permission in front of his minions, establishing that he was the boss.

But I could see the wheels turning.

I could guess what he was thinking:

Do I humiliate him and MAKE him watch me shake down the shopkeepers?

Or do I let him go now, avoid another scene, and keep it so everybody KNOWS I’m the boss?

the

With a twist.

“Say ‘please,’” he sneered.

fists and made a calculation of

in and then have to hang out with this asswipe for the rest

do I say one little word

to make it sound like I meant

eyes like he was pissed I hadn’t completely

decided it wasn’t worth the chance I’d make him look bad in front of his boys later

here,” he said dismissively, then walked into the crappy pizza

towards Paolo and smiled. “That

I was serious – I need you to come with

“What is it?”

when we get there.” Paolo started down

frowned as I

always,

winding streets,

me to get killed by

But –

Why?

I’d

Uncle Fausto had cut a deal with

why out here, where a dozen people walked by

just wait to kill me until I was back at the

was sure Don Vicari had the local police in his pocket – but probably only as far as protection

a murder in broad daylight with dozens

side street – a cobblestone walkway with old, crumbling buildings looming