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.”

for fucking ever,”

Nic didn’t say anything.

that looked like they hadn’t been

a stewardess to help, so I just stashed

guy afford a better jet?”

say about criticizing Sicilians?” Niccolo

he

richest man in the Cosa Nostra. Only the Widow

he can’t get a

me a SHUT THE FUCK UP look as the

walnut from years in the sun. He looked pretty strong, but it

gruffly in a Sicilian accent that we’d be in Palermo – the capital of Sicily –

get a

“Not to mention a thousand drug runs through NATO and Russian territory. If there’s anybody in the world you want flying your plane

at

to learn about Sicilians,” he said

could get. For most of the flight, I just stared out

though, he came over and sat down in the seat

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

me over, apparently,” I snarled without

it’s the girl –

“She has a name.”

Caterina, then why didn’t you take Dario

or anything – but the question enraged me

said. “What the fuck were you doing

to be a consigliere,” he said

‘Cause I seem to remember you, Dario,

“But not Roberto?”

think Roberto would know a party

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

was 26 – not 22. And he got out of prison. Somehow, I don’t think I’m going to be getting

out alive because he met Lars. People tried to kill them

be peace and love where I’m going? No danger

got drafted bitched and moaned about all the guys before them who hadn’t had to serve. But in the end, when

had, but believe me: 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, but don’t get angry at me – get angry

believe me, if I ever get the chance, I’m going to shoot them both in the back of the head,” I snarled. “But it’s not Fausto or Aurelio

can hate us for the rest of your life, if

idea, so I just

wants. And right now, he’s winning. So when

a free man, with a gun in my

should have taken Dario’s deal,”

got up and walked

you should have

with a passion

had the ring

heart aching, and wondered, Why

I