Page 269 of Mafia Kings: Valentino

Isabella made a face. “I don’t know… we can figure it out. A turkey baster or something.”

“Aturkeybaster,” I laughed, mostly in disbelief.

She laughed a little, too. “I’m sorry, Valentino, but I donotwant to have sex with you.”

“Yeah,thatmuch is obvious, if you prefer a turkey baster over my cock.”

She laughed harder. “I’m sure you have a very nice –thing– but yes, I’ll take the turkey baster any day.”

“Jesus, you reallyaregay.”

“Yup.”

We laughed together –

And suddenly, everything felt different.

Like we had a shared secret, and it was the two of us against her father.

“Do we have a deal?” she asked hopefully.

“Deal.” I grinned as I stuck out my hand. “Turkey baster and all.”

She laughed as we shook on it.

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Icould barely sleep that night, I was so excited.

Not only was I going to see Cat – I had a planoutof this fucking mess.

Even though I only got a couple hours of sleep, I was filled with energy when I woke.

I couldn’twaitto see her!

Everything was going to be just fine!

I ate breakfast on my own, then walked outside –

And suddenly realized I had no idea which direction Resuttano was.

As I was standing there staring out at the horizon, I heard a voice behind me.

“Don’t know where to go?”

I turned around.

It was Ludavica.

“Oh,” I said, taken aback. “Uh… you know about that?”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, ofcourse.She tells me everything.”

“Oh.”

Made sense.

That’s what people in love weresupposedto do.

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