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.”

not it,” I

to look at me – sort of like, You got somethin’ you wanna

I quickly explained.

on your dea– uh, your departed wife’s soul that we’d be safe, so I know he

for

gave a mildly surprised

least he no longer seemed pissed

he’s not flying back?” I

“No.”

was still annoyed, so I

Drags me to Sicily and sticks me in an arranged marriage –

to staring wordlessly at the back of the driver’s

phone to scroll

to

Don Vicari said as he held

I asked in

“Give me your phone.”

“Why?!”

home when you’re supposed to marry my daughter

kind of nailed

wasn’t going to give up that

any girls back home,” I

contemptuous smirk. “I had my

I asked, trying to sound

quite the reputation

exaggeration,” I said humbly…

ever, Vicari actually smiled. Not one of his

did it. He was staring off past

know, I was a ladies’ man back when I was your age. I courted all the most beautiful girls in Sicily.

and the shotgun

he pointed at his men. “‘Big

what they say, boss,”

Um…

Okay…

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

was assuming that by ‘go away,’ he didn’t mean

Jesus fucking Christ…

of bastard kids all over Sicily. Never wore a condom, not once, and I never

guys in the front laughed even

getting intensely uncomfortable

stopped when I met my sainted Matelda,” Vicari said, switching on a dime from happy

and shotgun guy both immediately

Shotgun actually crossed himself.

of a movie star tells

word for ‘fennel’ – but also a slur for being

which is it?” Vicari asked

was a girl,” I said back just

hand for my phone. “Let’s keep