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
couldn’t talk to her until I had Paolo’s phone
then, I had another
any of this was going to work, I was going to need to get somebody else
sooner or later, I’d be completely
lady, or any of the
there, I
girl’s voice called
in a quiet
was a
Then –
“…what?!”
need to talk to
the lock unlatch. The door opened an inch, and
here?” Isabella whispered frantically. “If
Let me in,
looked panicked. “I
you or make a pass at
Isabella paused…
her at
Then opened the door.
“Hurry,” she whispered.
and she shut
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 like it might have been
as soon as I was inside, I
the room, wearing
you doing in
her get ready for bed,” Ludavica snarled. “What the hell are you
Whoa.
Touchy servant girl.
had locked the
say to me,
“This is private.”
arms and looked at me sternly. “I’m not
to rape you if that’s what you’re afraid of,” I
but shook her head. “I don’t care. Anything you want to say to me, you can say in front of
It was
of gambling
point, I was going to have to take a chance. I didn’t have any other
just enough information that I
get me killed, and I need to know she’s not
eyes widened. “What are you
think I can trust you since we’re going to get married. Her, I don’t trust
won’t tell my father
do me any good if she
swear on my mother’s soul that I won’t tell,” Isabella interrupted, then looked over at
look happy, but she muttered, “I swear on
“There? Satisfied?” Isabella asked.
both gone full Cosa Nostra and sworn on something holy
“Yeah… okay,” I relented.
started to speak
Hesitated –
“…well?” Isabella prodded me.
don’t want to
the way I thought she
an amused smile and raised one eyebrow. “You risked a beating from my
in
this ever crossed your mind: do you really think I wanted to marry
was kind of arrogant
Okay, really arrogant –
was a
all like,
throw themselves at me,
okay,” I said, my
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
another girl,”
Isabella blinked. “…oh.”
seem hurt
I kept
Sicily. She followed me after my brothers forced me to come here. I didn’t work with
stared at
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