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

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

then, I had

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

or later, I’d be completely

Vicari, the old lady, or any of the servants

I finally got there, I knocked lightly on the

girl’s voice called out, “Who

in a

was a long

Then –

“…what?!”

to talk to

opened an inch, and one eye

Isabella whispered frantically. “If my father catches you –

I know. Let me in, I need to talk

panicked. “I can’t

not going to touch you or make a pass at you, but I

Isabella paused…

her at

Then opened the door.

“Hurry,” she whispered.

the room, and she shut the door behind

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 like it might have been in

as I was

on the other side of the room, wearing a

you doing in here?” I asked,

ready for bed,” Ludavica snarled. “What the hell are you

Whoa.

Touchy servant girl.

who had locked the door again. “Can we talk in

say to me, you

“This is private.”

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

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

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

Ludavica. It was obvious she wasn’t going

no intention of gambling my life

to have to take a chance. I didn’t have any other

them just enough information that I could figure out how they might

tell you something that could get me killed, and

“What are you

we’re going

tell my father

to do me

mother’s soul that I won’t tell,” Isabella

look happy, but she muttered, “I swear on my mother’s soul I

“There? Satisfied?” Isabella asked.

Nostra and sworn on something

“Yeah… okay,” I relented.

started to speak

Hesitated –

“…well?” Isabella prodded me.

to get married

didn’t react the way I

amused smile and raised one eyebrow. “You risked

at her in

ever crossed your mind: do you really

kind

Okay, really arrogant –

was a

was all

themselves at me,

okay,” I said, my pride

to marry me off to

another girl,” I blurted

Isabella blinked. “…oh.”

seem hurt –

kept

me to come here. I didn’t work with your brother today; I was with

at