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

until I had Paolo’s

then, I had another

to work, I was going

or later, I’d

lady, or any of the servants as I crept to

I finally got there, I knocked lightly

called out, “Who is

in a

a long

Then –

“…what?!”

to talk to you,” I

lock unlatch. The door opened an inch, and one eye

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

me, I know. Let me in,

panicked. “I can’t

a pass at you, but I need to

Isabella paused…

behind her

Then opened the door.

“Hurry,” she whispered.

the room, and she shut the

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

as I was

the other side of the room, wearing a nearly identical

in

bed,” Ludavica snarled. “What

Whoa.

Touchy servant girl.

locked the door again. “Can we talk in

want to say to me, you can say

“This is private.”

at me sternly. “I’m not sending her out of

not going to rape you if that’s

care. Anything you want to say to

looked over at Ludavica. It was obvious

intention of gambling my life on her

have to take

give them just enough information that I could figure

something that could get me killed, and I need to

eyes widened. “What

you since we’re going to

father anything. Neither will

not going to do me any good

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

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

“There? Satisfied?” Isabella asked.

and

“Yeah… okay,” I relented.

to

Hesitated –

“…well?” Isabella prodded me.

want to get married

didn’t react the way I

smile and raised one eyebrow. “You risked a beating from my father just to

her in

your mind: do you really think I

kind of arrogant of me

Okay, really arrogant –

was a

was all like,

throw themselves at me, and

I said,

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

another girl,”

Isabella blinked. “…oh.”

hurt – just

kept on

in Sicily. She followed me after my brothers forced me to

at