Page 222 of Mafia Kings: Valentino

I counted.

I was deep inside Cat and on my way to making her come the first time –

When I heard rapid knocking at the door.

“What thefuck?!”I exclaimed.

“Was I too loud?” Caterina whispered, mortified. “Itisthe middle of the day…”

“You’re fine – WHO’S THERE?!” I yelled angrily.

I’d put out the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, so if it was Room Service, I was going to kick somebody’s ass.

“Boss, I’m sorry to interrupt,” came Paolo’s muffled voice, “but we got a big problem!”

“Goddammit,” I muttered as I pulled out of Cat and walked towards the door. “What’s the problem?”

“It’s Isabella – something bad happened, boss!”

SHIT.

My head filled with visions of Don Vicari torturing me in his barn.

I was so unnerved I didn’t even bother to put a robe on.

I just opened the door a crack so I could hear Paolo better. “What ha– ”

WHAM!

The door slammed into my face – and my cock.

I staggered backwards as stars filled my vision and pain filled my crotch.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

Then I looked up to see Paolo standing there with his revolver pointed in my face.

Except it wasn’t the old, nervous, shit-eating Paolo.

Thisguy’s eyes were cold –

And his expression was even colder.

“Get over there by the bed,” he commanded as he slammed the door behind him.

Caterina screamed and pulled the sheet over her exposed body.

Paolo swung the gun over towards her. “Shut the fuck UP, bitch!”

Caterina immediately dropped from a scream to a whimper.

While the pistol was pointed at her, I calculated whether it was better to play it safe or lunge at him.

If I went for the gun, it could go off and Caterina could get hit –

So I decided not to do anything.

Not that I could have, because Paolo took a quick step back and aimed at me again.

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