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,” I

to look at me – sort

I quickly explained.

He said you swore on your

me for a few seconds

gave a mildly

least he no longer seemed pissed

why he’s

“No.”

he was still annoyed, so

in an arranged marriage

went back to staring wordlessly at the back of the driver’s

phone

I wanted to see if

as he held out his hand. “Give it

I asked in

“Give me your phone.”

“Why?!”

home when you’re supposed to marry

of nailed

going to

aren’t any girls back

Vicari gave me a contemptuous smirk. “I

asked, trying to sound

got quite the reputation as a ladies’

I said humbly…

ever, Vicari actually smiled. Not one of

he did it. He was staring off past me into

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

and the shotgun guy

Vicari said as he pointed

boss,” Shotgun

Um…

Okay…

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

that by ‘go

Jesus fucking Christ…

bastard kids all over Sicily. Never wore

in the front laughed

intensely uncomfortable with this

Vicari said, switching on a dime from happy to

guy both immediately stopped

Shotgun actually crossed himself.

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

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

it?” Vicari

girl,” I said back just

his hand for my phone.

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