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.

like they hadn’t been replaced

I just stashed

better jet?”

did I say about criticizing Sicilians?” Niccolo

Is he

the Cosa Nostra. Only the Widow

he can’t get a new fuckin’

UP look as the pilot came out

sun. He looked pretty strong, but it was hard to

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

Don Vicari should get a new pilot, too,” I

military,” Niccolo said. “Not to mention a thousand drug runs through NATO and Russian

looked at

have a lot to learn about Sicilians,”

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

halfway there, though, he came over and sat down in the seat

“but I’m

apparently,”

it’s the girl –

“She has a name.”

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

or anything – but the question enraged me all the

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

be a consigliere,”

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

“But not Roberto?”

Roberto would know a party if

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 when he went off to

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

but he only got out alive because he met Lars. People tried to kill them all the

where I’m

his eyes. “In 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

all picked up our guns, and now it’s your turn to serve. I’m sorry

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

said. “And you can hate us for

just think I’ll hate you

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

my hand and nobody telling me what the fuck to do,”

I guess you should have taken Dario’s

up and walked

should have taken Dario’s

Niccolo with a passion

words had

my heart aching, and wondered,

DIDN’T I take the