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

Chapter 67

Mafia Kings: Valentino: 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.

know Ragusa,” I said. “Somewhere near

steps in Ragusa, so I figured it

Vicari narrowed

smell your breath,”

because I

only had Cat and I drunk the complimentary

also drunk another two bottles from

Okay, okay…

maybe

drunk all the

two and a half bottles of champagne over

he wouldn’t

else because Cat

over to Don Vicari, leaned over, and

far – the weirdest fucking thing that had ever happened to me in the Cosa Nostra: a mafia

fuck is that?” he

“Champagne.”

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

boiled in

didn’t care if anybody

I knew

was quite obviously questioning

worst insult he could

lost my fucking

was already

something

Scratch that:

I definitely

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

looked over at me in wide-eyed

was shocked

then his

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

I’d studied hand-to-hand combat for

think.

struck the inside of his, HARD,

looked like he was about to shit a bowling

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

looked

around the desk, shoving Rocco out of

his hands were balled

a bull

I stepped

at me again

stepped back once

his jacket and pulled out

directly in

Fuck this.

I was going out, I wasn’t going out

I snarled. “Is that the kind of pussy you want in your family? Somebody who’ll

the barrel of the

started roaring with

the

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

Nothing like this.

Neither had Rocco, apparently.

like he’d just seen aliens walk

and his father like, Am I

I had no clue.

thought about trying to disarm Don Vicari and take

have to shoot my way out of a compound surrounded by a hundred Sicilians

No thanks.

to ride it out

up 60 seconds later, he

didn’t even know the half of it,” he said, snorting with laughter as he put his gun

called a faggot,” I said casually,

head. “Why the fuck would you pull this bullshit just so you could

like getting drunk,” I said, not knowing what else

laughing again and turned to Rocco. “He likes to get

but his eyes were still wide

this instance, Rocco was smarter than I

with Don Vicari,

that was when he

slammed into my gut like

old man sure

went out of me,

“That’s for talking back to me, you little cocksucker. Do not EVER do that again. If you disrespected me like

unable to say anything because

“And this – ”

open palm into my face, knocking me to the

been punched by over a dozen guys in my

of them didn’t punch half as hard

– is for not following my fucking directions and

there sprawled on the floor, unable

into my lungs. I inhaled

ringing, the side of my face hurt,

Vicari stood up and straightened his jacket. Then he looked over

shithead, that took some fuckin’ balls,” he said. “You could learn

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