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

Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 69

Back in my room, I considered exactly what the fuck I had gotten myself into.

Should I continue to see Cat?

The smart answer was No –

But I’d never been one for the smart answer.

The truth was, I had nothing else but her –

And the idea of never seeing her again was fucking torture.

Speaking of torture, the only things that blotted out the horror of what I’d seen in the barn were my memories of Cat’s face –

Her eyes –

Her smile.

She was the angel who saved me from visions of Hell.

But if I kept seeing her, I was endangering her.

If Don Vicari found out about her…

However, if I didn’t continue seeing her, I was letting that fucking psychopath win.

The real truth?

I needed her.

It had been the truth back home – and it was especially true now.

Every waking minute without her, I plotted and I schemed to see her again.

To fuck her again.

To be with her again.

She was my drug. My addiction. My heroin, my crack cocaine.

Especially now, when the rest of my life was destroyed.

As far as real drugs go, my brothers and I had indulged every now and then – in Ibiza, Amsterdam, Barcelona.

Cocaine, ecstasy… party drugs. None of us had ever gotten addicted. We’d been able to ‘hit it and quit it.’

Part of that was because my father had always spoken about drug addicts with contempt, and none of us wanted to be the son who disappointed him.

However, Niccolo argued that some people were just trying to blot out the horrors of the world.

Abuse… grinding poverty… hopelessness.

Funny that it was Nic – the brother I hated – who’d argued for compassion.

But now I totally understood what he’d meant.

I’d seen something I’d never be able to unsee…

Something that would follow me to my grave…

And all I wanted was to blot out the memory with something pure. Something beautiful. Something wonderful.

But I couldn’t endanger her… I couldn’t lose her…

So the decision would have to be hers.

I would let her know the dangers, and I would let her make the final decision.

If it was No, I can’t take that chance, then I would accept it and tell her to run far away from Sicily.

But if she said Yes…

Then I was going to have to see her again.

I wanted her too badly.

I ached in my bones to see her again…

To fuck her again…

simply hold

I couldn’t talk to her until I had Paolo’s phone

I

work, I was going to need to get somebody else on

later, I’d be completely

Don Vicari, the old lady, or any of the servants as I crept

got there, I

called out, “Who is

I said in

a

Then –

“…what?!”

need to talk

unlatch. The door opened an inch, and one eye stared through

are you doing here?” Isabella whispered frantically. “If my

in, I need to talk to

panicked. “I

to touch you or make a pass at you, but I need to

Isabella paused…

behind her at

Then opened the door.

“Hurry,” she whispered.

into the room, and she

to her ankles. It was sleeveless, which was

as I was inside, I got a

was standing on the other side of the room, wearing a nearly identical

in here?” I

her get ready for bed,” Ludavica snarled.

Whoa.

Touchy servant girl.

to Isabella, who had locked the

you want to say to me, you can say in

“This is private.”

arms and looked at me sternly. “I’m not sending her

you if that’s what you’re

recoiled at the word but shook her head. “I don’t care. Anything you want to say to

Ludavica. It was obvious she wasn’t

intention of gambling my life

point, I was going to have to take a chance. I

enough information that I could figure out how they

get me killed, and I need

“What are

going to

won’t tell my father anything. Neither will

do me any

won’t tell,” Isabella interrupted, then looked over

didn’t look happy, but she muttered, “I swear on my mother’s soul I won’t

“There? Satisfied?” Isabella asked.

Nostra and sworn

“Yeah… okay,” I relented.

started to

Hesitated –

“…well?” Isabella prodded me.

want to get married to

didn’t react the way I thought

“You risked a

at her in shock.

mind: do you really think I wanted

it was kind of arrogant of me

Okay, really arrogant –

was a

was all

throw themselves at me, and you’re

okay,” I

old maid,” Isabella said sourly, “so he decided to go back to the 19th century for a solution, which was to marry me off to another family for his own business interests. So, if that’s all you wanted to

girl,”

Isabella blinked. “…oh.”

didn’t seem hurt

I kept

my brothers forced me to come here. I didn’t work with your

at