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

have many boys come to visit?” I

a

you go out on

“Yes.”

“What happened after that?”

to talk about, and they never

Lucky them.

weren’t locked into an arranged

I said, only half-joking, “what

know,”

like pulling

your favorite place you’ve visited?” I

Palermo a

I mean, like, outside

been

“WHAT?!” I shouted.

entire group of women behind us fell silent

of the foot soldiers

cool – it’s fine!”

all looked at me distrustfully

the darker-haired servant girl, who was walking directly behind Isabella and staring at me

the foot soldiers

turned back to Isabella. “Seriously

I’ve only been off our estate maybe a dozen

God,” I said

shouldn’t do that,”

“Do what?”

name of

Holy fucking SHIT.

Do you KNOW

I didn’t say anything.

I don’t. But some of the

her head behind

a couple of the

Okay, good to know.

for the heads-up,”

welcome,” she whispered, then returned to her regular

“Lots of places.”

where?” she asked excitedly.

I chuckled. “Uh… yeah.”

“Naples?”

York, and Los Angeles,

God!” Isabella exclaimed

a hand over her mouth

all the women giving her the

the dark-haired servant girl, who was having a hard time suppressing a

Huh…

Isabella whispered in