Mafia Kings: Valentino: Dark Mafia Romance Series #6 by Olivia Thorn

Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 23

No matter how bad things got with my family, I always had Caterina to calm me down.

But then things got a shit-ton worse.

One afternoon, I was about to go find Caterina and drag her away for a quickie when Niccolo intercepted me in the hallway.

“Come into the parlor,” he said grimly. “We need to have a serious discussion.”

Shit.

I figured he’d finally gotten around to chewing me out for that crack I made about the bomb in the panic room.

As I followed him into the room, I protested, “Look, I didn’t mean to…”

I trailed off when I saw Dario sitting behind his desk in the corner.

He only did that when something big was about to go down.

“Mean to what?” Niccolo asked as he shut the door behind us.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Sit,” Dario said in his mafia don voice.

Like, Do what I say or there will be consequences.

I sat down nervously in one of the chairs.

Niccolo sat on the sofa and stared at me grimly.

“Why is everybody being so serious?” I asked.

“We sent Massimo to Venice to court the Widow as an ally,” Niccolo answered. “That’s why he’s protecting Signora Fioretti’s granddaughter – so that if we get the chance to argue our case before the Council, we’ll have the Widow on our side.”

The Council was a meeting of the most powerful Cosa Nostra families in Italy. It didn’t happen very often; in fact, it had only happened a few times since I was a kid, back when Papa was still alive.

The night of Adriano’s wedding, when we found out Fausto had betrayed us, Dario had suggested calling a meeting of the Council.

At the time, Niccolo had said we needed more proof.

Maybe we had enough proof now…

But I still didn’t understand why that would stress Nic and Dario out so much.

“Why do we need the Widow on our side?” I asked.

“When the Council hears a case, every family gets a single vote. However, five of them –Rome, Venice, Sicily, Naples, and Milan, the five most powerful families – get two votes apiece. If they vote together – which they often do – then they can overrule the rest of the Council. So it’s crucial that we peel off as many votes as possible from the Five Families.”

That was interesting. I’d never known that before.

“Since we’re the ones bringing the case, we don’t get a vote,” Niccolo continued. “And as the accused party, Fausto and Aurelio won’t get a vote, either. Which means we need as many people on our side as possible.

“We can count on the Oldanis from Genoa since Alessandra is their granddaughter.”

That had been a big surprise – finding out that Alessandra was actually a secret mafia princess. Her father had been a servant for the Oldanis; after they fell in love and Alessandra’s mother got pregnant, they ran away to start a new life. Alessandra had grown up not knowing anything about her grandparents.

“But some of the families can be bribed,” Niccolo continued. “I’m absolutely certain that Fausto paid them off, so we need as many of the Five Families to back us as possible. Hence sending Massimo to Venice.”

“Okay – but why are you guys acting so grim?”

Niccolo sighed. “We’ve made overtures to Don Vicari of Sicily. Do you remember him?”

Hell yeah, I remembered him. Scary motherfucker with a big, bushy black mustache. I’d seen him at several weddings when I was a kid. What I remembered most about him – other than the mustache – was how all the other mafia dons gave him a wide berth. When Don Vicari’s name got mentioned, Papa would mutter under his breath and cross himself.

Sicily was the birthplace of the Cosa Nostra, and Don Vicari was old-school mafia. Coldblooded as fuck. No mercy, no quarter.

“I remember,” I said. “What about him?”

“He’s agreed to throw his support behind us… for a price.”

I laughed and scoffed at the same time. Made sense he’d try to extort us. “How much does he want?”

Niccolo looked pained. “He doesn’t want money.”

“Then what? Part of our territory?”

“No.” Niccolo paused. “He wants a husband for his youngest daughter.”

I frowned. “But what does that have to do with…”

I trailed off as soon as I realized exactly what Niccolo meant.

“ME?!” I shouted in disbelief.

Niccolo didn’t say anything. Neither did Dario –

But their silence was all the confirmation I needed.

“What the FUCK!” I roared. “Why ME?!”

“Dario’s married. So is Adriano. Massimo is…” Niccolo paused. “…out of contact at the moment.”

“What about Roberto?!”

“He’s on official family business in Hong Kong.”

“So?!”

“So Don Vicari has requested an immediate audience.”

“Make him wait until Roberto gets back!”

“One does not tell Don Vicari to wait,” Niccolo said darkly. “Besides, Roberto handles all the money for the family. We can’t afford to lose him.”

“Well – YOU do it, then!”

“I’m the family’s consigliere. I’m not moving to Sicily.”

“Then make her move here!”

was another one of Don Vicari’s conditions: that her

jumped up from my seat.

” Niccolo

I have shit going

growled from the

shiver went

ten feet away from you when

only thing he’d said since he’d told me to sit. I’d

got quieter and more respectful, but I

I had to convince… and it wasn’t

his eyes. “Don Rosolini… please… I’m begging you. Please don’t make me

at me,

of like,

I realized maybe it was Niccolo

it was a lost

Nic decided he wanted something done his way, he never compromised.

had to

back to Niccolo. “Why can’t we cut a deal with the

none of them will talk to me,” Niccolo said coldly. “I tried calling all of them dozens of times. Don Vicari was the only

“Try again!”

your left nut – we’re asking you to

if I don’t want to go live in

in Sicily?’” Niccolo mimicked me, making me sound like a whiny little bitch. “Everyone else has been called on to sacrifice for the family. Now

family?” I

took the fall for all of us

“Yeah, okay

spent four years in that shithole San Vittore while Camorra assassins tried to slit

Vittore was the worst prison in all of

crime group in Italy – and the sworn enemies of

I know,” I said regretfully, knowing I’d fucked

was

life on the line so we can get the Widow on our side! Lars,

to sign a bunch of contracts in Hong Kong,”

the entire

him. “What

up from the sofa, his face a mask of

to admit, he looked intimidating

who keeps the family’s continued existence forefront in my mind, day and night! After Dario, I’m the one who bears responsibility

about her that way!” I yelled at

Niccolo looked shocked –

he

just made me

is all about?!” he asked incredulously. “You don’t want to stop banging that kitchen

FUCK UP!”

I cocked back my arm to punch him in the

a flash of surprise in Niccolo’s

I could do

and looked

was standing behind his

angrier than I’d ever

I dropped my arm.

asked in an ice-cold voice, “Were you about to hit your consigliere,

I snarled, “I was about to hit my brother,

he said something about the servant girl you’re

at him.

– excuse me! ‘Caterina.’

no

serious, or not?”

standing naked on a stage with a

but –

angry again. “Well, if you’re not serious, then what the fuck does it

remember. “Have I ever even met her? She never came to any of the weddings,

conceded. “Don Vicari was very protective of her. Apparently, she’s

girl I’ve never even seen before?! How do

like I was insane. “Do you even know what an arranged marriage is? It’s not about love – it’s an alliance

who has

naïve? You fuck her, she pops out some kids, Don Vicari’s happy, and we get a long-term ally. In the meantime, you

an arranged marriage!” I shouted. “He married for love! So did Adriano! So did Papa

fucking

point is, when I get married, I want to get married

I suppose you’ll be completely faithful

“Yes!”

me,” he sneered. “You’ll fuck

SINCE I’VE

took even me by

was the first time I’d admitted

in total shock. “You really are serious about this girl, aren’t

“I…”

I trailed off.

like it was too much to say

much as I wanted her – I couldn’t bring myself

“Valentino,” Dario said quietly.

and I

seemed to bore straight into my soul. “Caterina

agreed, not knowing where

Dario said grimly. “So if you agree to

at

MARRY her?

fell silent when Dario

Niccolo; the entire time, Dario kept his

I just have to agree to marry

priest from Florence to officiate. We can get the forms taken care of through a judge on our payroll. We’ll have the marriage here in the house this

I’m not risking our family’s future on a sham marriage

lifelong faithfulness – and I’ll call off the deal

it

“I…”

couldn’t make my

It just…

Moving this fast…

It was insane!

“Well?” Dario asked.