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

Chapter 66

The ride home was great.

Paolo appreciated that I got out to the car on time.

After a few minutes of pleasant chatting, we stopped talking, after which I replayed movies in my head of my morning with Cat.

The sounds she’d made.

The way her breasts had felt in my hands –

The way her pussy had caressed my cock.

The look on her face as she came over and over and over.

It had been a fucking great day.

A great day fucking, you might say.

So when we got back to Don Vicari’s compound, I was feeling pretty good.

That all changed at the drop of a hat.

I had just walked into the kitchen when an older servant looked up at me.

There was no mistaking the look of terror on her face.

I stopped in my tracks, wondering what the fuck had happened.

All of a sudden, an angry voice boomed from the other side of the house.

“IS THAT HIM? SEND HIM IN HERE!”

It was Don Vicari –

And he sounded furious.

Shit.

Shit, shit, SHIT –

My mind raced.

Had he found out about Cat?

Was she in danger?!

Was I about to be killed?!

Everything in me wanted to run –

But I forced myself to put one foot in front of the other until I got to the study.

When I walked into the room, Don Vicari was sitting at his desk, a demonic scowl on his face.

Rocco was standing next to him.

My first reaction was You fucking son of a bitch –

But then I realized that Rocco hadn’t sold me out. Not intentionally, at least.

His eyes were downcast, his lips were quivering, and he looked like he might start crying any second.

There was a bright red mark on his cheek –

Like he’d been viciously slapped.

Or maybe even punched.

The ‘tough guy’ had gotten smacked around by Daddy.

But then I realized what that meant for me:

Nothing good, that was for sure.

“You wanted to see me?” I asked.

“Where the fuck were you today?” Vicari snarled.

I stared at him in surprise.

Oh shit.

“Yeah,” Don Vicari said with a savage smile. “I’ve got eyes and ears everywhere. Rocco didn’t know I had a mole in his crew. He called me earlier to tell me Rocco punched you and left you behind, and then you just disappeared. So tell me, pretty boy – what the fuck were you doing?”

I knew from Rocco’s expression that the jig was up.

No point in lying.

…unless it was lying by omission.

“In exchange for punching me in front of his crew – so he got to look tough in front of his guys – Rocco let me go,” I said. “So I went drinking.”

Rocco, who had been staring at the floor like a five-year-old, looked up at me in surprise.

Don Vicari frowned. Apparently he hadn’t been expecting a confession.

(Even though I left out the part about who I was drinking with. And what else I was doing with her.)

“Bullshit,” Vicari snapped.

“It’s the truth.”

“Where were you drinking?”

Shit.

Ragusa,” I

shit-ton of steps in Ragusa, so I figured it could’ve been

narrowed

your

drinking because I knew I

I drunk the complimentary bottle of champagne that

also drunk another two

Okay, okay…

had maybe three glasses

drunk all the

from two and a half bottles of champagne

that, but I was 100% sure he wouldn’t smell sex on me

else because Cat had followed Paolo’s advice about not

Don Vicari, leaned over, and breathed in his

in the Cosa Nostra: a mafia don sniffing my breath like he was a parent busting a

fuck is that?” he

“Champagne.”

at me with disgust. “Champagne?! What the fuck are

boiled in one second

if anybody was gay or not

knew Vicari

quite obviously questioning

he could level at

my fucking mind

I was

did something I probably shouldn’t

Scratch that:

I definitely shouldn’t

hissed, “and if you ever call me that again, I’ll slap

at me in

Vicari was shocked

then his expression

and swung his arm at

combat

think. I

of his, HARD, and

about to shit a

I’d realized what I’d done, I almost

Vicari looked absolutely

around the desk, shoving Rocco out of his

though, his hands

like a bull and swung at

stepped

swung at

stepped back once

point he reached into his

aimed directly in my

Fuck this.

was going out, I

“Is that the kind of pussy you want in your family? Somebody who’ll let another man call him that? Somebody who’ll just drop

glared at me over the

then he started

hands (including the one with the gun)

only ever heard him laugh in that psycho way of his, or

Nothing like this.

Neither had Rocco, apparently.

he’d just seen aliens walk out of a

between me and his father like, Am I on drugs?! WHAT THE

I had no clue.

about trying to disarm Don Vicari and take

I’d have to shoot my way out of a

No thanks.

it out and see what

up 60 seconds later, he wiped a tear from the

half of it,” he said, snorting with

like being called a faggot,” I said casually, like it was all just a funny

that,” he chuckled, then shook his head. “Why the fuck would you pull this bullshit just

drunk,” I said, not knowing what else to

turned to Rocco. “He likes

smiled, but his eyes were still

this instance, Rocco was smarter than

along with Don Vicari,

that was when he sucker-punched

my gut like

old man sure as shit

wasn’t ready for it. All the air went out of me, and I collapsed

bent down close to my ear. “That’s for talking back to me, you little cocksucker. Do not EVER do that again. If you disrespected me like that in front of anybody else but my son, I’d put a

to say anything because I

“And this – ”

my face, knocking me to the

punched by over a dozen guys

them didn’t punch half as hard as Don Vicari’s

is for not following my fucking directions

the floor, unable

back into my lungs. I inhaled with a

ringing, the side of my face hurt, and my

up and straightened his jacket.

fuckin’ balls,” he said. “You could learn a lesson or two from

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