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.”

be there for

Nic didn’t say anything.

had seats that looked like they hadn’t

just stashed

this guy afford a better jet?”

say about criticizing

yeah. Is he poor

the richest man in the Cosa Nostra. Only the

get

me a SHUT THE FUCK UP look as the pilot came out of

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

of Sicily – in an hour and a half. Then he

Vicari should get a new

a million dollars that 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 plane through a storm, that’s

looked at

to learn about Sicilians,” he

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

over and sat down in

now,” he said, “but I’m trying to do what’s best for the

apparently,” I snarled without

the girl

“She has a name.”

it’s Caterina, then why didn’t you take Dario up on

didn’t say it snidely or anything – but

I said. “What the fuck were you doing when you

be a consigliere,”

to remember you,

“But not Roberto?”

a

Then he grew more serious. “We had our fun back in the day, yes… but it wasn’t all fun. Dario wasn’t much

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

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

it’s gonna be peace and love where I’m going? No danger at all? Give me

about all the guys before them who hadn’t had to serve. But

years as Dario and Adriano and I 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

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 who’s forcing

Niccolo said. “And you can hate us for the

I just

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

free man, with a gun in my hand

should have taken Dario’s deal,” Niccolo said

up and

guess you should

with a passion right

had

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

DIDN’T I