Her Mafia Daddy (Book 1) novel Chapter 27

Rafael POV

Work was a waste of time. I couldn’t concentrate, my mind still stuck on Valentina . I hadn’t slept last night, even after jacking off in the shower. This morning I made myself come again after what happened in the dining room, standing in the bathroom and furiously stroking myself. My cock would chafe if I kept this up.

I had to fuck her soon. She would have let me last night. Or this morning. But I wanted her ready for it. She hadn’t liked giving in to me in the dining room, but it was a lesson she had to learn. As my mantenuta, she was at my disposal, our relationship at my whim. I’d never had a mistress who lived with me before, but I figured that only made things more convenient. I could have Valentina whenever I wanted, no waiting required.

“Are you paying attention, Rav?” Marco’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Yes.” We were on a conference call, but our side was muted.

The discussion about what to do with the Avellinos now that D'Agostino died was droning on. Most of the upper-ranking bosses of the provincia were on the call, where we always talked in code, but my opinion carried the most weight. The Ravazzanis had issues with the Avellinos in the past and I stood to lose the most if the peace fell apart. They were discussing The Avellino’s newest venture, computer fraud.

Apparently, the eldest son had set it up and the family was raking in money hand over fist. I could hear the jealousy from the other capos over the phone line.

“Isn’t there a sister?” I asked Marco. “Eleven or twelve years of age?”

“She is fifteen,” Marco answered. “What are you thinking?”

“We could betroth her to Dimitri now that I’ve decided to end his arrangement with Valentina . Merge the future of the two families.”

“A lot could happen in three years, though.”

“So, marry them now? He could wait until she was of the age to consummate it.”

“Sure, but how do you know she isn’t already spoken for?”

“I don’t, but I could convince Enzo D'Agostino to see things my way.”

“Every other capo is probably thinking the same,” Marco noted, tilting his head to the phone.

“Probably, but none of them have access like we do.” He knew I meant access to the drugs that came in through our ports. “True. So should I reach out?”

“Yes. Ask Enzo to the yacht with his woman. I’ll bring Valentina and we’ll make a day of it.”

Marco’s brows lifted. “So Valentina has agreed to be your mantenuta. That was fast.”

Marco thought I should have punished Valentina after her escape attempt. He hadn’t been happy that I let her off so easily. While he didn’t say it outright, he clearly thought I was soft when it came to her and capos could not afford to be soft; Ever.

“We are still negotiating her role, but yes. She’ll accept the position.” Based on her reaction to me in the dining room, I believed there was very I couldn’t get Valentina to agree to it. I pushed out of my chair but didn’t reach for my suit jacket. “Set it up and text me. I’m going outside for the rest of the day.”

My cousin’s jaw fell open. “You are leaving this call? And what about the rest of today’s work? You never take off like this.”

“Sí. I saw the signorina a quarter of an hour ago by the stables.”

“Grazie. How is your wife’s foot?”

“It is better, signore. The infection has cleared up and she’s back on her feet.”

“I am glad to hear it. Let me know if she needs anything else.”

“Thank you for sending the doctor, signore. We are so grateful to you and your family.”

I clapped him on the back. “No need to thank me. Unless she wants to send over some sfogliatella. Do not tell Zia, but your wife makes the best I’ve ever tasted.”

Adelmo nodded, his smile wide. “Of course, Signore Ravazzani. It would be our pleasure. I’m headed home for riposo anyhow.”

Most of the estate staff returned home between the hours of one and four o’clock during these hot summer months for a riposo. Then they would return and work until after sundown.

“Give her my regards,” I said as I walked away. The stables were not far from the barn and the farm animals. I was surprised Valentina wasn’t in the vineyards, as she seemed to enjoy plants more than most people. Except for the lambs, I didn’t hear of her often on this side of the estate.

I could see Zia in the gardens, tending to her aubergine and lettuce. She grew much of what we ate in the castello, and though I worried about her in the heat, she loved being outside. I didn’t call out, however, as I didn’t want to explain why I wasn’t in my office.