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.

Ragusa,” I said. “Somewhere

in Ragusa, so I

narrowed his eyes

smell your

told him about the drinking because I knew I could sell

complimentary bottle of champagne that

two bottles from the

Okay, okay…

maybe

drunk all the

two and a half bottles of champagne over

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

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

to Don Vicari, leaned

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

is that?”

“Champagne.”

me with disgust. “Champagne?! What

in

if anybody was gay or not

knew Vicari

was quite obviously questioning my

insult he could level at

my

was already buzzed

I did something

Scratch that:

definitely shouldn’t

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

over at me in wide-eyed

Vicari was

then his expression turned

his arm at

I’d studied hand-to-hand combat for

even think.

struck the inside of

about to shit a bowling

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

Vicari looked absolutely

stomping around the desk, shoving

his hands were balled

bull

stepped out

swung at

I stepped

his

he aimed directly in my

Fuck this.

was going out, I

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 that? Somebody who’ll just drop his pants and bend

over the

then he started roaring with

(including the one with the

psycho way

Nothing like this.

Neither had Rocco, apparently.

looked like he’d just seen aliens walk out of

Am I on drugs?! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING

I had no clue.

trying to disarm Don Vicari and take away the gun

have to shoot my way out of a compound surrounded by

No thanks.

to ride it out and see

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

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

I said casually, like it

that,” he chuckled, then shook his head. “Why the fuck would you pull

getting drunk,” I said,

turned to Rocco. “He likes

eyes

Rocco was smarter

along with Don Vicari, thinking

that was when he

into my gut like a

couldn’t hit, but his old man sure as

wasn’t ready for it. All the air went out

to me, you little cocksucker. Do not EVER do that again. If you disrespected me

to say anything because I

“And this – ”

slammed an open palm into my

a dozen guys in my

didn’t punch half as hard as Don Vicari’s

following my fucking directions

sprawled on the floor,

then air finally rushed back into my lungs. I inhaled with

side of my face hurt, and my

his jacket. Then he looked over at

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

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