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…
hold
to her until I
I had
was going to
or later, I’d
Vicari, the old lady, or any
there, I knocked lightly on
called out, “Who is
said in
a
Then –
“…what?!”
talk
opened an
Isabella whispered frantically. “If my father catches you –
me, I know. Let me in, I need to talk to
looked panicked. “I
make a pass at you, but I need
Isabella paused…
her at
Then opened the door.
“Hurry,” she whispered.
the room, and
long, light blue, shapeless nightgown that stretched from her collarbones to her ankles. It was sleeveless, which was the only thing remotely sexy about it. In fact, it looked like it
soon as I was inside, I got
on the other side of the room, wearing a nearly identical nightgown
doing in here?” I asked,
her get ready for bed,” Ludavica snarled. “What the hell are you
Whoa.
Touchy servant girl.
back to Isabella, who had locked the door again. “Can we
say to me, you can say in front
“This is private.”
arms and looked at me sternly. “I’m not sending her out of
if that’s what you’re
word but shook her head. “I don’t care. Anything you want to say to me, you can say in front
looked over at Ludavica. It
of gambling
some point, I was going to have to take a chance. I didn’t have any
give them just enough information that I could figure
and I need to know she’s not going to go ratting
eyes widened. “What are
I can trust you since we’re going
won’t tell my father anything.
do me
soul that I won’t tell,” Isabella
look happy, but she muttered, “I swear
“There? Satisfied?” Isabella asked.
Cosa Nostra and sworn on something holy to
“Yeah… okay,” I relented.
started to
Hesitated –
“…well?” Isabella prodded me.
want to get married
didn’t react the way
risked a beating from my father
at her in shock.
crossed your mind: do you really think I wanted
it was kind of arrogant
Okay, really arrogant –
was a
all like,
themselves at me, and you’re
I said, my
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
girl,” I
Isabella blinked. “…oh.”
seem hurt
I kept on
me after my brothers forced me to come here.
at
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