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 her

talk to her until I had Paolo’s phone

I

to work, I was going to

sooner or later, I’d be

old lady, or any

I finally got there, I knocked lightly on the

voice called out,

I said in a

was a long

Then –

“…what?!”

talk

heard the lock unlatch. The door opened an inch, and one

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

me, I know. Let me in, I need to

“I can’t –

make a pass at you,

Isabella paused…

her

Then opened the door.

“Hurry,” she whispered.

into the room, and she shut the door behind

passed 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

as I was inside, I got a

side of the room, wearing a nearly

doing in here?” I

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

Whoa.

Touchy servant girl.

turned back to Isabella, who had locked the door again.

say to me, you can say

“This is private.”

and looked at me sternly. “I’m not

you if that’s what you’re

Anything you want to say to me, you

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

intention of gambling my

some point, I was going to have to

just enough information that I could figure

me killed, and

widened. “What are

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

my father anything. Neither

going to do me any

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

happy, but she muttered, “I

“There? Satisfied?” Isabella asked.

both gone full Cosa Nostra and sworn on something

“Yeah… okay,” I relented.

to speak

Hesitated –

“…well?” Isabella prodded me.

to get

the way

smile and raised one eyebrow. “You risked

at her in shock.

chuckled. “I don’t suppose this ever crossed your mind: do

was kind of arrogant

Okay, really arrogant –

I was a little

was all like,

Italy throw themselves at me,

uh, okay,” I said, my pride

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

another girl,”

Isabella blinked. “…oh.”

didn’t seem hurt – just

I kept

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

stared at