Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 31
The highway followed the coast and eventually headed up into the hills. Soon we took a smaller highway farther up into the mountains.
The view was gorgeous – especially the sparkling blue of the Mediterranean behind us.
Cat would have loved to have seen this, I thought bitterly.
As far as I knew, she’d never seen the Mediterranean.
And now I’ll never get to take her.
Thirty minutes later, we took an off-ramp into nowhere. There were only a few scattered villages along the two-lane road. Everything else was rolling hills that went on for miles, full of scrub brush, boulders, and a few cedar trees here and there. Occasionally you would see a crumbling stone building, probably 200 years old, that the inhabitants had abandoned.
Then things got worse.
The road narrowed to one lane with a stomach-churning drop on one side. If there hadn’t been metal guardrails, it would’ve been incredibly easy to just go sailing off the cliff.
Thank God there wasn’t any traffic coming in the opposite direction. I had no idea how they would have gotten past us.
The road itself was awful. Chunks of asphalt were broken away, and there were potholes everywhere. The ride became a series of jarring bumps as the caravan continued.
Finally, after 25 minutes of driving out into the middle of nowhere, I saw what looked like a large stone building in the distance. It was surrounded by tall, skinny cedars and had a sloped roof of rounded clay tiles.
Is this it? I wondered.
Sure enough, we turned down a gravel road towards the building. After a few minutes, we reached a massive brick wall with a wrought-iron gate, much like the one my family had around our property in Tuscany.
Unlike ours, though, there were no surveillance cameras or automatic gates – just two guys with shotguns standing guard.
As soon as they saw the cars, they unlocked a chain around the bars and pulled the gates open.
After we drove through, they shut the doors again and locked the chain.
Beyond the brick walls, there weren’t any trees – just lots of dry grass and rocky ground. Probably so nobody could sneak across the property and attack it.
We soon came to the building I’d seen from the road. Its three-story walls were made of massive sandstone blocks worn down by centuries, with two dozen arched windows barricaded with metal bars.
I wondered if the bars were to keep people out… or in.
The SUV drove around the corner, and I realized that the wall belonged to just one of two buildings that made up a larger compound.
Between the two buildings stood a massive iron gate – not made of bars with space between them, but a solid sheet of hammered metal.
Perfect for stopping bullets, I mused.
the metal slab was a single doorway
three other men manually pulled back the iron gate on creaking hinges so the caravan
either side of the gate. At least half a dozen men stood atop them,
Snipers nest.
between the two buildings, and I realized it was
cobblestone road that stretched for at least two hundred
was a grassy courtyard. The fountain in the center had what looked like an ancient Roman sculpture of a woman pouring
embedded into the stone walls. Inside them were colorful flowers
giant doors made of weathered wood
hopped
Shotgun didn’t do
said. “Time
out and stood by the
white shirts, black vests, and caps came out first. They
wrinkled as a walnut, with skin browned by decades of harsh sun, and white
with a high neck, lots of black lace, and long sleeves that came down to her wrists. A
arm as she walked. The old lady took small steps, and it was a long process just to travel
years old and sharp
followed Vicari dutifully over to the old woman, who had finally reached the bottom of
Vicari said, “this is the
smiled. Her teeth were tiny and yellow, though she
right?” Vicari said. “I got a good one –
agreed in a thick
with a chuckle in spite of
patted my cheek softly as she
was a surprisingly tender
with guns, and her grandson
my daughter, Isabella,” Vicari
the
And was immediately confused.
girl standing in the
she was actually
face,
really shy. She looked at me, but when our eyes
was dark brown, curly, and extended past
flowers on a light brown background. Everything about it was incredibly modest: sleeves halfway to her elbows, a neckline that hid her collarbones, and
thing I wasn’t crazy about was how thin she was: tall and skinny with no boobs or
Cat was her curves. She weighed a few extra pounds, yeah, but in all the right places. I knew a lot of guys liked thin chicks, but I’d take a thick woman any day of
was more of a
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