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

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

one little word and

I muttered, but couldn’t bring myself to make it sound like I meant

he was pissed

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

outta here,” he said dismissively, then walked into

towards Paolo and smiled. “That was

I was serious – I need you to come

“What is it?”

we get there.” Paolo started down the street.

as I

as always, but I didn’t

winding

was taking me to get killed by some of Don

But –

Why?

no sense. I’d done nothing to deserve

Fausto had cut a deal with

here, where a dozen people walked by

kill me until I was

in his pocket – but probably only as

overlook a murder in

a deserted side street – a cobblestone