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.

give you a little something for your

at the money greedily and literally

me everything

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 to

to mention you’ll get me out of your

gonna lie to my father

“Ten large.”

unconsciously licked his lips

might have been a mafioso and the Don’s son, but

was into – hookers, alcohol, cocaine, who

in the end, fear of his father

you,” he sneered. “I’ll let Pop know you tried to bribe me

Niccolo, but he’d taught me

first offer gets turned down, find out what the other person truly desires. Because there’s always

the money, then

for a second like he was afraid to

then an ugly smirk curled across

to punch your fuckin’ lights out in

Ah.

So that was it.

him that first day by standing

him lose

buddies probably didn’t look at him quite the

he wasn’t top dog anymore – that the new

if I

they were starting to push

was probably

little slower

under their

didn’t nip it in the bud, soon he’d

least until he made

the kind of guy who couldn’t make an example

they were

if he could punch out the guy who started

all

have told him, Go fuck

way I would have

I would allow myself to get humiliated by

…but.

being able to be with

meant being able to hear her

would swallow the bitter taste

can punch me in the gut,” I said. “Once. I’ll sink to my knees, you scream some shit at

I want to

the road, or I’ll just spend the entire day with you and your boys.” I ran my thumb along the

me in

was offering him

Play it MY way…

fuck you over in front

he finally agreed. “One in

me

“Okay.”

hit me again, because I will get back up,” I

he said

“Good.”

pocket the 10,000 euros

he barked. “I want