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.

steps in Ragusa,

Vicari narrowed his

me smell your breath,”

because I knew I could

drunk the complimentary bottle of champagne that came with the

drunk another two

Okay, okay…

maybe three

all

a

he wouldn’t smell sex on me because I’d taken a

anything else because Cat had followed Paolo’s advice about not wearing

Don Vicari, leaned over, and breathed in

fucking thing that had ever happened to me in the Cosa Nostra: a mafia don sniffing my breath like he was a parent busting a 13-year-old kid for raiding

is that?”

“Champagne.”

“Champagne?! What the

blood boiled in one

didn’t care if anybody

I knew Vicari

quite obviously questioning my

insult he could

about lost my fucking mind

was already buzzed

did something I probably shouldn’t

Scratch that:

I definitely shouldn’t

you ever call me that again,

at me in wide-eyed

Vicari was shocked

then his expression

up and swung his arm at me in

combat for months under

didn’t even think. I

the inside of

was about to shit a

as soon as I’d realized what I’d done,

Vicari looked absolutely astounded

then he came stomping around the desk, shoving Rocco out of

time, though, his hands were balled

a bull and swung at me

stepped out

swung at me again

stepped back

reached into his jacket and

aimed directly in

Fuck this.

was going out, I wasn’t going out like

that the kind of pussy you want in your family? Somebody who’ll let another man call him that? Somebody who’ll just drop his pants and bend

at me over the barrel

then he started

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

in that psycho way of his, or maybe chuckle

Nothing like this.

Neither had Rocco, apparently.

just seen

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

I had no clue.

to disarm Don Vicari and

shoot my way out of a compound surrounded by

No thanks.

decided to ride it

later, he wiped a tear

know the half

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

then shook his head. “Why the fuck

I said, not knowing what else to

laughing again and turned

hesitantly smiled, but his eyes were still wide

this instance, Rocco was smarter

started laughing along with Don Vicari, thinking

that was when he

slammed into my gut like

old man sure as

for it. All the air went out of me,

little cocksucker. Do not EVER do that again.

say anything because I still couldn’t

“And this – ”

open palm into my face, knocking me to

a dozen guys

them didn’t punch half as hard as

for not following my fucking

there sprawled on the floor, unable to

into my lungs. I inhaled

left ear was ringing, the side of my face hurt, and my guts

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

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

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