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.

they hadn’t been replaced since 1979. The leather was

to help, so I just stashed my bags

better jet?” I muttered to

say about criticizing

yeah. Is he poor

the richest man in the Cosa Nostra. Only the Widow of Venice

can’t get a

FUCK UP look as the

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

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

Vicari should get a new pilot, too,”

the military,” Niccolo said. “Not to mention a thousand drug

at Niccolo

learn about

For most of the flight, I just stared

came over and sat down in the seat

now,” he said, “but I’m trying

over, apparently,” I snarled without

the girl –

“She has a name.”

Caterina, then why didn’t you take

didn’t say it snidely or anything – but the

the fuck were

a consigliere,”

seem to remember you, Dario, Adriano, and Massimo partying your asses

“But not Roberto?”

a party if it spat

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

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

he met Lars. People

what, it’s gonna be peace and love where I’m

eyes. “In the past, whenever war broke out, I’m sure the men who got drafted bitched and moaned about all the

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

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 who’s forcing me

you can hate us for the rest of your life, if you

was all your idea, so I just think I’ll hate you for

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

die a free man, with a gun in my hand and

guess you should have taken Dario’s deal,” Niccolo

up and walked

you should

Niccolo with a passion right

words had

my heart aching, and

I take the