Mafia Kings: Valentino: Dark Mafia Romance Series #6 by Olivia Thorn

Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 30

We left the hotel in a caravan of Alfa Romeo SUVs, all black.

Don Vicari didn’t like to splurge on his jet, but at least his cars were only a few years old.

Vicari sat behind the driver. I sat behind the guy riding shotgun.

He was literally riding shotgun, by the way: he had a sawed-off double-barrel Remington between his legs, angled down towards the floor.

I prayed that Niccolo had been right about Sicilians being extremely paranoid. Otherwise, it sure looked like they were expecting to get ambushed by somebody.

As we got on the interstate, the BMW sedan carrying Niccolo went one way while the rest of the vehicles went the other.

Don Vicari stared silently at the driver’s seat. Neither the driver nor the guy riding shotgun said anything, either.

It freaked me out a little how nobody was talking…

But I didn’t really want to talk anyway, so I gazed out at the scenery.

Palermo seemed to go on forever. It was way bigger than Florence, the city closest to my home.

Well…

What used to be my home.

Suddenly, a ringtone broke the silence.

Shotgun Guy reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a cell phone. He answered it, listened, and then held out the phone. “It’s for you, boss.”

Vicari took it. “What,” he said emotionlessly.

His face darkened.

“Tell him you’re not hanging around to take him back,” he growled.

After the guy on the other end said something, Vicari looked even more pissed off. “Fine. Fuck him, then.”

He hung up the phone and passed it back to Shotgun.

“Your brother switched plans on me,” Vicari said without looking at me.

My heart beat faster from hope. “Dario?”

“No, the consigliere.”

“Oh.” Nic. “What did he do?”

“He’s not taking the jet back to Tuscany.”

“What?” I asked, surprised.

Vicari’s face twisted into a bitter scowl. “Maybe he doesn’t trust me to deliver him home in one piece.”

it,”

me – sort of like, You got somethin’ you

I quickly explained.

told me was to never question a Sicilian’s integrity. He said you swore on your dea– uh, your departed wife’s soul that we’d be safe, so I know he trusts you

me for a

he gave a mildly

no longer seemed pissed

why he’s

“No.”

he was still annoyed, so I

me to Sicily and sticks me in an arranged marriage –

back to staring wordlessly at

out my phone to scroll through Instagram

to see if Caterina

as he held out his

asked

“Give me your phone.”

“Why?!”

girls back home when you’re supposed to marry my daughter in two

kind of nailed

going to give up that

any girls back

contemptuous smirk. “I had my

trying

the reputation as a ladies’

I said humbly…

smiled. Not one of his creepy serial killer

me when he did it. He was staring off past

a ladies’ man back when I was your age. I courted all the most beautiful

the

Vicari said as he pointed at his men. “‘Big Dick Vicari.’

they say, boss,” Shotgun said with

Um…

Okay…

lot of problems for my old man,” Vicari said cheerfully. “Angry fathers trying to kill

that by ‘go away,’ he didn’t mean

Jesus fucking Christ…

got a lot of bastard kids all over Sicily.

guys in the front

was getting intensely uncomfortable with this

my sainted Matelda,” Vicari said, switching on a dime from happy to somber. “God rest

guy both immediately

Shotgun actually crossed himself.

boy with the face of a movie star tells me he hasn’t got any girls back home, I know

word for ‘fennel’ –

it?” Vicari

was a girl,” I said back just

as he held his hand for my phone. “Let’s