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 said.

in Ragusa, so

Vicari narrowed

your breath,”

drinking because I knew

complimentary bottle of champagne that

two

Okay, okay…

had maybe three

all

two and a half bottles of champagne over the last

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

because Cat had

leaned over, and breathed in his

the weirdest fucking thing that had ever happened to me in the Cosa Nostra: a mafia don sniffing my breath like he was a parent

is that?”

“Champagne.”

disgust. “Champagne?! What the fuck

blood boiled in one second

anybody was gay

knew

quite obviously questioning my

insult he could

about lost my fucking mind

I was already

did something

Scratch that:

I definitely

hissed, “and if you ever call me that

looked over at

was shocked

then his

leapt up and swung his arm at me in an open-handed slap

studied hand-to-hand combat for

didn’t even think.

the inside of his, HARD, and

looked like he was about to shit a bowling

I’d realized what I’d done, I almost shit

Vicari looked

came stomping around the

his hands were balled into

bellowed like a bull and

I stepped

swung at

stepped

his

directly in my

Fuck this.

out, I wasn’t going out like

the kind of pussy you want in

me over the barrel of the

started

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

him laugh in that psycho way of his, or maybe chuckle

Nothing like this.

Neither had Rocco, apparently.

just seen

his father like, Am

I had no clue.

thought about trying to disarm Don

way out of

No thanks.

ride it out

60 seconds later, he wiped a tear from the

I said you had balls, kid, I didn’t even know the half

called a faggot,” I said

“Why the fuck would you pull

like getting drunk,” I said, not knowing what

and turned to Rocco. “He

hesitantly smiled, but his eyes were still wide

instance, Rocco was smarter than I

Vicari, thinking the

that was when he sucker-punched

my gut like a

couldn’t hit, but his old man sure as shit

out of me, and I collapsed to my knees

cocksucker. Do not EVER do that again. If you disrespected me like that in front of anybody else but

say anything because

“And this – ”

my face, knocking me to

by over a dozen

half as

my fucking directions

there sprawled on the floor, unable

rushed back into my lungs. I inhaled with a

my face hurt,

and straightened his jacket. Then he looked over

took some fuckin’ balls,” he said. “You could learn a lesson or

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