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

Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 33

The awkwardness continued after dinner.

Don Vicari told us he had business to attend to, but he apparently remembered what I’d said to his daughter earlier.

“You two should get to know each other better,” he said.

I already knew Isabella well enough to realize this was going to be the worst arranged marriage of all time. I didn’t need to get to know her any better.

I just wanted to call Niccolo and bitch him out for ruining my life.

But I didn’t have that option, seeing as Don Vicari had my phone.

“Isabella, show him around the property,” he ordered – then added, “Chaperoned, of course.”

“Yes, Papa,” she replied timidly.

By ‘chaperoned,’ I assumed somebody would watch us from a distance.

I didn’t realize that every fucking woman at the lunch party except for the great-grandmother would walk along behind us.

Probably the only reason the great-grandmother didn’t go was because she was too slow.

Not only that, but four foot soldiers with shotguns accompanied the group.

I couldn’t fuckin’ believe it.

There I was, walking through the gardens behind the house with my future wife…

While 15 relatives and female servants chatted with each other about 20 feet behind us…

And four dudes with shotguns came along, too.

Fuckin’ weird.

“Is this normal?” I asked Isabella in a low voice as we started the walk.

“What – being chaperoned?” she asked in surprise.

I looked over my shoulder. “If that’s what you call this – yeah.”

“It’s normal if boys visit, yes.”

“I’m not a boy,” I said humorously.

I thought it was funny –

But Isabella’s face immediately clouded over, and she stared down at the ground in embarrassment. “Of course not – I’m sorry…”

“It’s fine,” I said, alarmed that she was acting like I’d yelled at her. “I’m a boy. It’s cool.”

She looked over at me and forced a halfhearted smile, then looked down at the ground again.

Jesus…

having Don Vicari for a father will do

uh… have many boys come

a couple of

did you go out on chaperoned

“Yes.”

“What happened after that?”

have much to talk

Lucky them.

locked

I’ll be sticking around,” I said, only half-joking, “what do

don’t know,”

like

you tell me your favorite

to Palermo a

mean, like,

been outside

“WHAT?!” I shouted.

group of women behind us fell silent

foot

fine!” I yelled at

women all looked at me distrustfully

servant girl, who was walking directly behind Isabella and

least the foot

turned back to Isabella. “Seriously – you’ve never been off of

In fact, I’ve only been off our estate maybe a dozen times

my God,” I said in

do

“Do what?”

the name of the

Holy fucking SHIT.

wanted to ask her, Do you KNOW what your father does for a

I didn’t say anything. I was too

don’t. But some

her

of the older women giving

Okay, good to know.

the heads-up,” I

she whispered, then returned to her

“Lots of places.”

excitedly. “Have you

I chuckled. “Uh… yeah.”

“Naples?”

London, and Barcelona, and New York,

God!”

eyes grew wide. She clapped a hand

see all the women giving her the stink-eye

girl, who was having

Huh…

Isabella whispered