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…

hold

her until I had Paolo’s phone

I

this was going to work, I was going to need to get

or later,

the old lady, or any of the servants as I crept to Isabella’s

I finally got there, I

girl’s voice called out, “Who

I said in a

was a long

Then –

“…what?!”

talk to

the lock unlatch. The door opened an

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

in, I need

looked panicked. “I

you or make a pass at you, but I

Isabella paused…

behind her at

Then opened the door.

“Hurry,” she whispered.

and she shut the

by her, I noted what she was wearing: a 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

was inside, I got a

on the other side of the

are you doing in

ready for bed,” Ludavica snarled. “What

Whoa.

Touchy servant girl.

who had locked the door

say to me, you can

“This is private.”

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

to rape you if that’s what you’re afraid of,”

Anything you want to say to me, you can say

looked over at Ludavica. It was obvious she wasn’t

no intention of gambling my life

at some point, I was going to have to take a chance. I didn’t have any other

information that

but I need to tell you something that could get me killed, and I need to know she’s not going to go ratting to your father,”

widened. “What

you since we’re going to get married. Her, I don’t

my father anything. Neither will

to do me any good if she

swear on my mother’s soul that I won’t tell,” Isabella interrupted, then

look happy, but she muttered, “I swear

“There? Satisfied?” Isabella asked.

gone full Cosa Nostra and sworn

“Yeah… okay,” I relented.

started to speak

Hesitated –

“…well?” Isabella prodded me.

want to get married

react the way

one eyebrow. “You risked a beating from my father just

at her in shock.

don’t suppose this ever crossed your mind: do you really think I wanted

was kind

Okay, really arrogant –

was

all

over Italy throw themselves at me,

I said, my

thinks I’m going to be an 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 tell me, I suggest you go back to your room before somebody

another girl,”

Isabella blinked. “…oh.”

hurt –

kept on

after my brothers forced me to

at me,