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

steps in Ragusa, so I figured it

Vicari narrowed

smell your breath,” he

the drinking because I knew I

and I drunk the complimentary bottle

another two

Okay, okay…

maybe three glasses

all the

a half bottles of champagne over

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

Cat had

Vicari, leaned over, and breathed in his

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

the fuck is

“Champagne.”

me with disgust. “Champagne?!

boiled in one second

didn’t care if anybody was gay or not

I knew Vicari

obviously questioning my

worst insult he

lost my fucking mind

was

did something I probably shouldn’t

Scratch that:

definitely shouldn’t

me that again,

over at me in

Vicari was

then his expression turned

arm at me in

I’d studied hand-to-hand combat

didn’t even think. I just

inside of his, HARD,

like he was about to shit a bowling

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

looked absolutely

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

time, though, his hands

bull and swung at me

stepped

at me

I stepped back once

reached into his jacket and pulled

aimed directly

Fuck this.

out, I wasn’t going

me a faggot again,’” I snarled. “Is that the kind of pussy you want in your family? Somebody who’ll let another man call him

at me over the

he started roaring

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

laugh in that psycho way

Nothing like this.

Neither had Rocco, apparently.

looked like he’d just seen aliens walk out of a

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

I had no clue.

about trying to disarm Don Vicari and take away the

then I’d have to shoot my way out of a compound surrounded by a hundred Sicilians

No thanks.

to ride it out

stood up 60 seconds later, he wiped a tear from the corner of

didn’t even know the half

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

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

I said, not knowing what else to

turned

eyes

Rocco was smarter

laughing along with Don Vicari, thinking

that was when

slammed into my gut like

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

went out of me, and I collapsed to my

hair, yanked my head to the side, and 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

unable to say anything

“And this – ”

an open palm into my

by over a dozen guys in

half as hard as

following my fucking

lay there sprawled on the

finally rushed back into my lungs. I inhaled

the side of my face hurt, and my guts felt like they

Vicari stood up and straightened his jacket.

took some fuckin’ balls,” he

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