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

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.”

there for fucking ever,”

Nic didn’t say anything.

seats that looked like they hadn’t been

to help, so I just stashed

afford a better jet?” I muttered

I say about criticizing Sicilians?” Niccolo whispered

he poor

“He’s probably the richest man in the Cosa

can’t get

FUCK UP look as the pilot came out

from years in the sun. He looked pretty strong, but it was hard to ignore the white hair – on his head

in a Sicilian accent that we’d be in Palermo – the capital of Sicily – in an hour and

Don Vicari should get a new pilot,

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

at Niccolo

learn about

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

came over and

realize you hate me right now,” he said, “but I’m trying

me over, apparently,” I snarled without looking at

it’s the girl –

“She has a name.”

Caterina, then why didn’t you take Dario

–

I said. “What the fuck were you

be a consigliere,”

all you were doing? ‘Cause I seem to remember you, Dario, Adriano, and

“But not Roberto?”

would know a

back in the day, yes… but it wasn’t all fun. Dario wasn’t much older than you are now

of prison. Somehow, I

alive because he met Lars. People tried to kill them all the

peace and love where I’m going? No danger

the past, whenever war broke out, I’m sure the men who got drafted bitched and moaned about all the guys before them who

me: war has come to our doorstep. Times have changed. We’ve all picked up our guns, and now it’s your turn to

going to shoot them both in the back of the head,” I snarled.

said. “And you can hate us for

pretty sure it was all your idea, so I just think I’ll hate you for the rest

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

gun in my hand and nobody telling me what

you should have taken

got up

guess you should

a

words had the ring of

to Caterina, my heart aching, and wondered, Why

I