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

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

I quickly explained.

He said you swore on your dea– uh, your departed

for

a mildly surprised

he no longer

Niccolo say why he’s

“No.”

he was still

sticks me in an arranged marriage – but do the rules apply to HIM?

wordlessly at the back of

my phone to scroll

honest, I wanted to see if

Don Vicari said as he

asked in

“Give me your phone.”

“Why?!”

to girls back home when you’re supposed to marry

kind of nailed

to give

aren’t any girls

smirk. “I had my people

trying to sound

got quite the reputation as

said

time ever, Vicari actually smiled. Not one of his creepy serial killer smiles, but something with

course, he wasn’t looking at 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 girls in

and the

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

what they say, boss,” Shotgun said with

Um…

Okay…

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

that by ‘go away,’ he

Jesus fucking Christ…

all over Sicily. Never wore a

the front

getting intensely uncomfortable with

Matelda,” Vicari said, switching on a dime from

shotgun guy

Shotgun actually crossed himself.

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

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

which is it?” Vicari

I said back just as

his hand for my phone. “Let’s keep it that

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