Mafia Kings: Valentino: Dark Mafia Romance Series #6

I’d been in Florence for almost a week doing shit for Uncle Fausto.

Ever since Dario had gone to jail, Fausto had gotten paranoid that the government might be tapping our phones and monitoring our emails. So every month, somebody had to go deliver messages and cash to the guys who bribed our network of judges and cops in Florence.

Since I was low man on the totem pole, that job usually fell to me.

During the day, I met with our guys and had a few meetings with people who worked for the Agrellas – the Cosa Nostra family who ran all the street-level shit in Florence, like drugs and prostitution.

At night, I partied.

Sometimes with people in our own organization; sometimes with lower-level dudes in the Agrella family; and sometimes just with guys I knew from years of going to Florence.

The one thing I stayed away from on this trip was girls.

I didn’t hit up any of my regular booty calls when I came to town.

I didn’t go up to any hot chicks in the clubs.

And if a girl came over and talked to me, I’d be like, Sorry, tonight I’m just hanging with my friends.

One of my buddies noticed and asked me what the fuck was going on.

“Just not feelin’ it,” I yelled back over the music.

“What the fuck?!” he laughed. “When the fuck have you ever not ‘felt it’ – especially if they have tits like that chick had?!”

I didn’t tell him I was thinking about a chick with even bigger boobs – and all natural…

A thick little hottie with an ass to die for.

Not coming made me start to get edgy and super horny…

But all I could think about was Caterina.

Nic had said she would start in a week.

I was planning on getting back home before she started.

Despite what I’d said to my brother, I definitely had plans to seduce her…

And I wanted to make sure I was there to greet her on her first day.

I was planning to go back home after my last meeting with the Agrellas, but the guys insisted I go out clubbing with them.

I tried to get out of it, but they acted all offended.

It was kind of a ritual to go out drinking with them on my last night in Florence, and I didn’t have a good excuse to bow out.

And Uncle Fausto would be pissed if I didn’t keep up appearances… so we went out for a late dinner and then to the clubs.

I had one drink, then switched to soda water and lime so I could drive.

I shot the shit with the Agrella guys and had a few laughs –

But as soon as they were drunk enough and had some girls interested in them, I got the fuck out of there.

I went back to my hotel room, grabbed my suitcases and threw them in the Bugatti, and got the hell out of Florence.

This voice in my head kept saying, I should just spend the night. Get some sleep and drive back home tomorrow morning.

But I had this feeling in my gut that I had to get back home.

All I could think about was Caterina.

Which was pretty insane. She was just another girl – like the dozen or so I’d turned down all week at the clubs.

Except… she wasn’t.

There was something different about her.

Maybe it was the way she smelled… something the animal in me responded to…

Part of it was definitely her body. She was so different from all the chicks I normally slept with.

I couldn’t stop thinking about her curves…

About taking her from behind…

Sinking my cock deep inside her while I gripped that spectacular ass in my hands…

Whatever the reason, I couldn’t keep my mind off her.

And it was driving me a little crazy.

Not just ‘a little,’ either –

She was driving me crazy.

And I wasn’t going to be able to rest until I had her.

I sped down the deserted highways and got back home in an hour.

Whoever was manning the surveillance camera on the gates sounded surprised to see me back home at 5:30 in the morning, but he let me in without any questions.

I dropped off the Bugatti at the garage – we always had somebody there in case of an emergency – and told the guy in charge to have somebody take my bags up to my room.

By the time I walked in the front door, I was hungry and wanted something to eat before I hit the sack.

I barged into the kitchen, expecting it to be empty –

And there she was.

Holy fuck, she looked even better than my fantasies.

She didn’t have a lick of makeup on, which let me see how naturally beautiful she was.

In the past, I’d definitely run into the Go to bed with a 10 and wake up with a 5 problem, so I liked knowing how a girl looked when she wasn’t dolled up for the club.

Caterina was beautiful.

And her hair – it was messy, but I loved it. It looked like she’d just woken up after a couple hours of sleep after I’d fucked her all night long.

She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I could see a hint of her nipples poking through the silky cloth.

FUCK.

I got to a quarter erection just from seeing that.

She stared at me with huge eyes, like a deer caught in the headlights –

And suddenly I wanted her more than anything I could ever remember.

This was it.

I was going to fuck this girl –

I had to fuck this girl –

Right here. Right now.

I gave her a smile and turned up the charm.

“Well, hello.”