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.

don’t know Ragusa,” I

Ragusa,

Vicari narrowed

me smell your breath,”

the drinking because I knew

Cat and I drunk the complimentary bottle of champagne that

also drunk another two bottles

Okay, okay…

had maybe three glasses

all the

from two and a half bottles

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

because Cat had followed

over to Don Vicari, leaned over, and breathed

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

the fuck is

“Champagne.”

disgust. “Champagne?! What the fuck

boiled in one second

if anybody was gay or not

knew

obviously

he could level

about lost my fucking mind

was already buzzed

something I probably

Scratch that:

definitely shouldn’t

I hissed, “and if you ever call me that again, I’ll

looked over at me

Vicari was

then his

arm at me in

combat for

didn’t even think.

forearm struck the inside of his, HARD, and stopped the

about to shit

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

Vicari looked absolutely astounded

stomping around the desk, shoving Rocco

his hands

a bull

stepped out

at me

stepped back

reached into his jacket and pulled out a

directly

Fuck this.

was going out, I

‘Never call me a faggot again,’” I snarled. “Is that the kind of pussy you want in your family? Somebody who’ll let another

me over the barrel

then he started roaring with

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

laugh in that psycho way of his, or maybe chuckle

Nothing like this.

Neither had Rocco, apparently.

just seen aliens walk out of a

father like, Am I

I had no clue.

disarm Don Vicari and take away

to shoot my way out of a compound

No thanks.

ride it out

Don Vicari stood up 60 seconds later, he wiped a tear from the

– when I said you had balls, kid, I didn’t even know the half of it,” he said, snorting with laughter as he

I said casually,

that,” he chuckled, then shook his head. “Why the fuck would you pull this bullshit just so you could

getting drunk,” I said, not knowing what else

turned to Rocco. “He likes to

smiled, but his eyes were still

instance, Rocco was smarter

started laughing along with Don Vicari, thinking the danger

was when he sucker-punched

fist slammed into my gut like a

but his old man

ready for it. All the air went out

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

nodded, unable to say anything because I

“And this – ”

into my face, knocking

been punched by over a dozen guys in my

of them didn’t punch half as hard as Don

my fucking directions and doing your

lay there sprawled on the floor, unable to breathe

into my lungs.

of my face hurt, and my guts

and straightened his

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

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