Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 25

When I walked away from the bedroom, I heard Caterina howl in pain –

And I wanted to die.

But I kept on walking. I forced myself to put one foot in front of the other and make my way up the stairs to my room.

I told myself over and over again, It was just a fling…

It wasn’t serious…

She’ll get over it.

But at the moment, it felt like I might never get over her.

Not that I would have admitted that to anyone.

Hell, I couldn’t even admit it to myself.

I threw some clothes and shoes into several suitcases, along with some suits in hang-up bags.

When I was almost ready to go, Niccolo walked in. “Don’t forget to bring your tuxedo.”

“Why?” I asked angrily.

“Because you’ll need it to get married in.”

He walked out, and I snarled under my breath, “Motherfucker.”

But I packed the tuxedo all the same.


A foot soldier drove me and Niccolo out to the airfield amongst the olive trees. I ignored my brother the entire way.

An old jet was waiting for us on the airstrip.

And when I say ‘old,’ I mean old. The fucking thing looked like it was out of the 1970s.

“We’re supposed to fly in that?!” I exclaimed as we pulled up.

“Second lesson,” Niccolo said. “When a Sicilian offers you something – whether it’s a ride on his plane or a glass of wine – never, ever criticize it. EVER.”

I scowled at him as we got out of the car.

The foot soldier carried my suitcases, and I took the hang-up bags with the suit and tuxedo.

I noticed Niccolo didn’t have so much as a carry-on.

“You’re not bringing any clothes?” I asked.

“I won’t be there that long.”

for fucking ever,” I

Nic didn’t say anything.

jet, which had seats that looked like they hadn’t been replaced since

help, so I just stashed my bags in a closet near the

this guy afford a better jet?” I

I say about criticizing

he

richest man in the Cosa Nostra. Only

get a new

FUCK UP look as the pilot

close to 70, and brown as a walnut from years in the sun. He looked pretty strong, but it was hard to

be in Palermo – the capital of Sicily – in an hour and a half. Then he told us to strap in and went back to

a new pilot, too,”

guy has flown combat missions in the military,” Niccolo said. “Not to mention a thousand drug runs through NATO and Russian territory. If there’s anybody in the world you want flying your

looked at Niccolo

to learn about


from Niccolo as I could get. For most of the flight,

came over and sat down in

me right now,” he said, “but I’m

me over, apparently,” I

the girl –

“She has a name.”

didn’t you take Dario up

it snidely or anything – but the question enraged me

“What the fuck were you doing

be a consigliere,” he

all you were doing? ‘Cause I seem to

“But not Roberto?”

know a party if it

chuckled. “That’s probably true.” Then he grew more serious. “We had our fun back in the day, yes… but it wasn’t all fun. Dario wasn’t much older than you are now

out of prison. Somehow, I don’t think I’m going to

met Lars. People tried to kill them all the

peace and love where I’m going? No danger at all?

the past, whenever war broke out, I’m sure the men who got drafted bitched and moaned about all the guys before them who hadn’t had to

have changed. We’ve all picked up

in the back of the head,”

you can hate us for the rest

idea, so I just think I’ll hate you for the rest of my

it may… if you don’t marry Don Vicari’s daughter, and he and the rest of the Council vote against our family… then Fausto gets to do whatever the fuck he wants. And right now, he’s winning. So when you get gunned down like they tried to do to Massimo last week, and you’re lying there bleeding in the dirt, you’ll be wishing you’d gone to live a life of luxury

a free man, with a gun in my hand and nobody telling me what the fuck to do,”

should have taken Dario’s deal,” Niccolo

got up and

you should have taken

hated Niccolo with a passion right

words had the ring

thought back to Caterina, my heart aching, and wondered, Why didn’t

DIDN’T I take the

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