Mafia Kings: Valentino: Dark Mafia Romance Series #6

We’d just finished and were lying there all sweaty and spent when her phone suddenly rang.

“Oh shit, that’s him!” Cat exclaimed as she jumped up to answer the phone.

I groaned inwardly.

Playtime was over.

Back to the real fuckin’ world.

“Hello? Um… no, not yet… okay…” Cat looked at me apologetically as she handed me the phone. “He says he wants to talk to you.”

I took it from her. “Yeah?”

“I told you to be ready to go in two hours,” Paolo said, half nervously, half pissed.

I clenched my jaw.

I already had Don Vicari and Rocco telling me to Dance, little monkey –

I didn’t need a fuckin’ driver chewing me out, too.

Especially one who had already turned traitor on his boss.

“I’ll jump in the shower and be ready in five minutes,” I said coldly.

“Alright, well, hurry it up.”

“Make that ten,” I snarled.

“Look, man – if the Don gets suspicious, it’s BOTH of our dicks on the chopping board.”

I noticed he wasn’t calling me boss anymore.

Now it was Look, man.

“Yeah, yeah,” I grumbled. “Just wait in the lobby.”

“I’ll be outside in the car,” he said

His refusal to follow my orders irked me even more.

“What about Caterina?”

“She can stay in the hotel tonight.”

“Am I going to see her again?”

I was nervous that this was the last time, but it came out as irritation with Paolo.

“When I find out where you’re working tomorrow with Rocco, I’ll tell her. She can meet you there.”

Sweet relief flooded through me.

But now there was another problem.

“How am I supposed to get away from Rocco?” I asked.

“That’s on YOU, man. I can only tell her what town you’ll be in.”

I didn’t like his tone of voice – It’s YOUR problem, not MINE – but I brushed that aside as I tried to figure out a solution.

“See you outside in five minutes,” Paolo ordered.

“Yeah, sure,” I said dismissively, then hung up.

“What’s going on?” Cat whimpered.

I stood up. “The good news is I get to see you again.”

The look on her face was pure joy. She rushed into my arms and hugged me tight.

“The bad news is, I need to figure out how to get away from the asshole I work with every day.”

Cat frowned. “What asshole?”

“Don Vicari’s son, Rocco. I have to follow him around and do stupid bullshit.” I thought for a second, then asked, “Did Alessandra give you any cash?”

“Oh, yes,” Cat said happily as she ran for her purse. “So did Don Rosolini and Niccolo.”

“…what?!”

I couldn’t have heard that last part correctly.

“They stopped me before I left. Niccolo searched my purse and found the money Alessandra gave me. She told them it was so I could start over somewhere else. Don Rosolini not only gave me a lot more, he ordered Niccolo to give me what was in his wallet.”

“WHAT?!” I shouted, then burst out laughing. “Niccolo had to give you money because Dario ordered him to?!”

“Yes,” Cat said, beaming.

“I’m sure that stuck in his craw,” I chuckled.

I loved the idea of Dario overruling Nic and ordering him around.

Good.

FUCK him.

“All together, they gave me a lot,” Cat said as she dumped out her purse’s contents on the bed.

I figured she was just impressed because it was more money than she’d ever seen at one time, but I didn’t have particularly high hopes –

Until I saw the giant wads of cash that fell out on the sheets.

Holy SHIT!

I grabbed the rubber-banded rolls of bills and looked at them.

One was 20s and 50s – probably 10,000 euros –

And the other was 100-euro bills. Possibly 20 grand.

Plus there was a lot of loose money, too. Maybe another couple of grand.

All told, about 35,000 euros.

Daaaaaaamn!

I mean, I’d seen entire briefcases full of money – millions in single transactions –

But I hadn’t been expecting Cat to have 35 large.

“Can I have 10,000?” I asked. “I’ll pay it back later.”

“You’re not going to spend it on her, are you?” she asked bitterly.

“No,” I said in a pissed-off voice, “I’m going to bribe her brother to leave me alone so I can see you.”

“…oh,” Cat murmured, and immediately looked ashamed. “I’m sorry. I’m just… I’m jealous she gets to be around you, and I don’t.”

My heart immediately softened, and I took her in my arms. “You don’t have to worry about her, babe. She can’t hold a candle to you.”

“Yeah, but… you’re marrying her,” Caterina said. She looked like she was on the verge of crying.

“But you’re the one I want,” I whispered. “The only one I’ll ever want.”

I kissed her long, slow, and sweet.

I was starting to get hard…

And then Cat felt my cock against her belly, moaned, and put her hand on it.

Now I was no longer starting to get hard; I WAS hard.

I was just about to throw her down on the bed again –

When her phone rang.

Cat looked at the number and said worriedly, “It’s him – Paolo.”

“Mother fucker,” I snarled as I snatched up the phone and answered it. “What?”

“It’s been five minutes,” he bitched.

“See you in 20,” I snarled, then hung up.

Cat looked at me in shock. “I thought you had to go!”

“Not yet, I don’t,” I said as I pushed her down on the bed.

She giggled and moaned –

Opened her legs to me –

And used her hand to guide my cock inside her.