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

were a shit-ton of steps in Ragusa, so I figured

narrowed his

your breath,” he

about the drinking because I knew I

I drunk the complimentary bottle of champagne that came with

drunk another two bottles from the

Okay, okay…

maybe three glasses

all

and a half bottles of champagne over the

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

Cat had followed Paolo’s

walked over to Don Vicari, leaned over,

was – by far – the weirdest 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 the

is

“Champagne.”

looked at me with disgust. “Champagne?! What the fuck are you, a

blood boiled in one

didn’t care if anybody was gay

knew

obviously

insult he could

lost my

I was

I did something I

Scratch that:

I definitely

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

at me in

was

then his expression turned

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

hand-to-hand combat for months

even think.

forearm struck the inside of his, HARD,

about to shit a bowling

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

Vicari looked absolutely astounded

came stomping around the desk,

his hands were balled

like a bull and swung at me

I stepped out

swung at

I stepped back once

reached into his jacket and

aimed directly in

Fuck this.

out, I wasn’t

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

the barrel

started

(including the one with the

ever heard him laugh in that psycho way

Nothing like this.

Neither had Rocco, apparently.

just seen aliens

me and his father like, Am I on drugs?! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING

I had no clue.

disarm Don Vicari and take away the gun

way out of a compound

No thanks.

it out

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

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

a faggot,” I said casually, like it was all just a funny

his head. “Why the fuck would you pull this

I said, not knowing what

Vicari started laughing again and turned to Rocco.

hesitantly smiled, but his eyes were still wide

was

Don Vicari, thinking the danger was

when he

my gut like

but his old man sure as

air went out of me, and I

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 me like that in front

just nodded, unable to say anything because

“And this – ”

open palm into my face, knocking

a dozen guys in

them didn’t punch half as hard as

not following my fucking directions

on the floor,

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

face hurt, and my

Vicari stood up and straightened his jacket. Then

balls,” he said. “You could learn a lesson or two

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