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.”

I’ll be there for fucking ever,”

Nic didn’t say anything.

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

a stewardess to help, so I just stashed my bags

afford a better jet?” I muttered to

did I say about criticizing

he poor

the

get a new

look as the pilot came out of

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

capital of Sicily – in an hour and

get a new pilot,

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

have a lot to learn about Sicilians,”

a seat as far away from Niccolo as I could get. For most of the flight, I just stared out the window and

came over and sat down

hate me right now,” he said, “but I’m trying to do

me over, apparently,” I

the girl

“She has a name.”

then why didn’t you take Dario up

it snidely or anything –

I said. “What the fuck were

be a consigliere,”

that’s all you were doing? ‘Cause I seem to remember you, Dario, Adriano, and Massimo partying your

“But not Roberto?”

would know a

serious. “We had our fun back in the day, yes… but it wasn’t all

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

but he only got out alive because he met Lars.

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

men who got drafted bitched and moaned about all the

war has come to our doorstep. Times have changed. We’ve all picked up our guns, and now it’s your turn to serve. I’m sorry it had to be this way,

the chance, I’m going to shoot them both in the back of the head,” I snarled. “But it’s not Fausto or Aurelio who’s forcing me to go

it’s not. It’s me and Dario,” Niccolo said. “And you can hate us for the rest of your life, if

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

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 in

I’d die 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

up and

guess you should have taken Dario’s

Niccolo with a

words had

my heart

DIDN’T I take the