Dirty Dom: Valetti Crime Family (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance) Read Online Free

and ends with a snort. Yeah, these organs are getting donated. I see him pocketing the wallet as I nod my head. Bryant. Just like I thought, he’s not full blood. No way De Luca gives a fuck about him.
    “So Marco. You need to get your shit together. You think De Luca was really giving you a chance?” Marco starts trembling beneath me and widens his eyes. He doesn’t know how to answer. Fuck I wanna roll my eyes at this prick. But I don’t take chances.
    “Don’t answer; I don’t really give a fuck.” I push the barrel of the gun between his eyes and ask, “you got anything else for me?”
    “I’ll give you everything!” His eyes are darting between me and Johnny and his face is sweating like he’s stranded in a desert in July. Or like he’s about to lose his life. I can practically hear his heart pounding in his chest.
    “Everything?” I ask with a smirk. He’s got nothing that I want. I’ve got more money than I know what to do with it. Unless he’s got that chick’s number, there’s nothing I want from him.
    “I’ve got a house on south side and 40 K that’s-” I pull the trigger before he can finish. I miss the bang of the bullet, but it’s better this way. Nice and quiet. I get up quick so I don’t get any blood on my suit.
    “Grab the list and see if he was one of the drop offs. If not this is gonna be one long fucking day.” I head over the bar and finally get my gun positioned right where I like it. That’s better.
    “Got it, boss. Yeah he’s one of em.” My chest rumbles with a laugh. “Wonder if he has a history of making bets and he got that 40 K winning?” Johnny laughs as he picks Marco’s head up and starts wrapping it with saran wrap. Really distorts the fuckers head but it works well for keeping all the blood from getting everywhere.
    “Drop him off at the vet before Ma’s.” Everyone in my family knows someone. My vet was a wonderful addition to my contacts. If you can cremate a 150lb dog, you can cremate a 150lb corpse.
    “You really wanna push it? You know your Ma hates it when you’re late.” Johnny talks while he wipes up the blood. I flip the scrawny bastard over and pull him by his feet away from the mess.
    I don’t answer Johnny. I’m always fucking late. She’d be surprised if I showed up on time. I stare at the rag in Johnny’s hand soaking up the blood. Damn, it’s a lot of blood. Never gets old. I stand up from the dead bastard and head back to the bar for a drink. Our glasses are somewhere else, but there’s plenty new ones to fill. And plenty of liquor to fill them with.
    This is why I’m the bookie in the family. I didn’t really want to be a part of this shit. But with a name like Valetti, this shit tracks you down. “Yours is up here when you’re ready Johnny.” As soon as I set my glass down, there’s a knock at the door. Fucking perfect.
    I walk over to Johnny and pick up Marco’s legs while he gets his upper body. This fucker looks small, but his dead, limp body is fucking heavy. We’ll dump him in the corner for now. I take a look at Johnny and straighten his jacket.
    “You look good, just wipe your face,” I tell him and return to my glass.
    “Uh, Dom?” Johnny asks while another knock rings through the suite.
    “What?” I tilt my chin to the door. After that shit, I’m not opening it. I smirk at the thought.
    Johnny motions to his hips while looking at mine. I take a glance down. “Fuck!” Mother fucker; fucking Marco ruined my 43 K Brioni suit. More than that dumb fuck had in the bank. I look over to his carcass slumped in the corner of the room behind the pool table as Johnny opens the door. One hand on the butt of my gun, the other on my drink, I listen but keep my eyes on the dead body in the room.
    I’m vaguely aware of the transaction as the pit in my stomach sinks and my blood rushes in my ears as their voices turn to white noise. I fucking hate that I was born a Valetti. But it’s sure as shit better than being