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

Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 58

I had to admit, Ragusa was pretty fucking spectacular.

We came in across a 200-foot-tall bridge that stretched for nearly a mile. A whole other town was down in the valley below.

Ragusa was a medieval walled fortress that rose up out of the steep hillside. The lower part of the town was newer (as in, built in the last 300 years); we were headed for the older part at the top.

The entire way, our SUV had to weave through cobblestone streets that could barely fit two cars side-by-side.

The buildings looked like they were all built 800 years ago, and they marched up the hill in tiers, with steep steps connecting the different levels.

Paolo parked the SUV, pulling it up on the sidewalk. All the other cars did the same.

“We gotta walk from here,” he announced.

We strolled up a couple of side streets until we reached a gigantic square – although it was more like an uneven rectangle that sloped 600 feet up to a big-ass church.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“The Duomo di San Giorgio Ragusa.”

It was massive – at least three stories tall, with ornate columns and arches all over the yellow stone exterior. Since it sat at the top of the hill, on one of the highest points in town, the church towered over everything else.

The presence of such an overwhelming symbol of religion didn’t bother Rocco, though. He sat with his boys outside a café, acting like assholes – talking too loud and laughing even louder.

“Hold on,” I said to Paolo. “Hang back until I know what’s going to happen.”

Paolo didn’t say anything, but he waited about 30 feet away as I walked over to Rocco.

“Oh, look – it’s Mr. Fuckin’ Movie Star,” Rocco sneered.

“Can I talk to you a second in private?” I asked.

“Whatever you wanna say to me, you can say in front of my boys. Unless you’re embarrassed you’re on your period.”

All the guys howled with laughter.

I just looked at Rocco coldly. “Like I said – in private.”

“And I said, you can say it in front of my – ”

“It’s about your father.”

Fear flashed across Rocco’s face.

It didn’t last – he quickly went back to his same old bluster – but he stood up and snarled, “Well why didn’t you fuckin’ say so? Hold down the fort, boys.”

I led him over to a side street, far enough away that his friends couldn’t hear us. A few tourists drifted past us from shop to shop, but it was early enough in the morning that there weren’t that many people around.

“What’d Pop say?” Rocco asked in a quiet voice.

“Nothing. I just wanted to get you away from your men.”

Now anger twisted Rocco’s expression. This time, it didn’t disappear.

“What the fuck?! Why the fuck are you – ”

“You don’t want me here,” I interrupted. “And I don’t want to be here. So what do you say we come to an arrangement?”

He narrowed his eyes. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I don’t want to go around breaking drug dealers’ legs or harassing shopkeepers. So if your father asks, why don’t you pretend like I was here…”

I pulled out the wad of 10,000 euros.

a little

money greedily

me everything I

that money he collected every day? He didn’t keep much of it. The lion’s share went to his father, and a chunk of the rest went towards paying his men. He

mentioned Don Vicari, his face went cold. “You want me

little white lie. Not to mention you’ll get

I’m gonna lie to my father for – what, a couple

“Ten large.”

unconsciously licked

the Don’s son, but

he was into – hookers, alcohol, cocaine, who knew – ten grand could buy him

the end, fear

you tried to bribe me

he’d taught

your first offer gets turned down, find out what the other person truly

the money, then what do

a second like he was afraid to name his price

an ugly smirk curled across his

fuckin’ lights out

Ah.

So that was it.

him that first day

him

didn’t look at him quite

he wasn’t top dog anymore – that the new guy could fuck with him

if I could,

they were starting to push

was probably little

a little slower when

under their

he’d have all sorts of

until he made an

guy

unless they were weak

punch out the guy who

all his

would have told him, Go

way I would have

way I would allow myself to get humiliated by

…but.

meant being able to

meant being able

would swallow the bitter taste of bile that

to my knees, you scream

I want

your boys.” I ran

me in shock

I was offering him two

Play it MY way…

you over in front of

he finally agreed. “One in

me to

“Okay.”

hit me again, because I will get back up,” I warned, “and I will fucking

okay,” he said

“Good.”

pocket

doing?” he barked. “I want the cash,