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.

I said. “Somewhere

were a shit-ton of steps in Ragusa, so I figured

narrowed his

your breath,”

because I knew I

only had Cat and I drunk the complimentary bottle of

another two bottles

Okay, okay…

maybe three glasses

all the

from two and a half bottles of champagne

was 100% sure he wouldn’t smell sex on me because I’d taken

because Cat had

walked over to Don Vicari, leaned over, and breathed in

me in the Cosa Nostra: a

is that?”

“Champagne.”

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

blood boiled in one second

didn’t care if anybody was gay or

knew Vicari

obviously questioning my

he could level at

my fucking mind

was already buzzed

did something

Scratch that:

definitely

hissed, “and if you ever call me that again, I’ll slap the fucking shit out

over at me

was shocked

then his expression

arm at me in an open-handed

hand-to-hand combat for

didn’t even think.

the inside of

about to shit a bowling

be honest, as soon as I’d realized what I’d done, I almost

looked absolutely

the desk, shoving Rocco out of

time, though, his hands were

bull

I stepped out

swung at me again

stepped

point he reached into his jacket and

directly in my

Fuck this.

I was going out, I wasn’t going out

call me a faggot again,’” I snarled. “Is that the kind of pussy you want in your family?

the

he started roaring with

his hands (including the one with the gun) braced on his knees, and proceeded

that psycho way of his,

Nothing like this.

Neither had Rocco, apparently.

he’d just seen aliens walk

father like, Am I on drugs?! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING

I had no clue.

to disarm Don Vicari and take away the gun

I’d have to shoot my way out of

No thanks.

to ride it out

he wiped a tear from the corner of

the half of it,” he said, snorting

being called a faggot,” I said casually, like it

his head. “Why the fuck would

like getting drunk,” I said,

and turned

but his eyes were still wide

Rocco was smarter than I

started laughing along with Don Vicari,

when he sucker-punched

into my gut

hit, but his old man sure as

it. All the air went out

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 bullet in your head

just nodded, unable to say

“And this – ”

my

a dozen guys

of them didn’t punch half as hard as Don

my fucking

on the floor, unable

back into my lungs. I inhaled with

was ringing, the side of my face hurt, and

stood up and straightened his jacket. Then he looked

balls,” he said.

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