Mafia Kings: Valentino: Dark Mafia Romance Series #6 by Olivia Thorn

Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 76

Despite Paolo being a worrywart, nothing bad happened. We got home in plenty of time.

At dinner, Don Vicari asked, “Did you enjoy your day out?”

Isabella started talking his ear off about Cefalù – the buildings, the restaurants, the ocean breezes, everything.

The old guy barely paid attention to her. He just grunted Mm-hm and That’s nice.

I think she was so high from her experience that she didn’t notice. Or didn’t care.

She just beamed like the sun coming out from behind the clouds.

“Can we go to another town tomorrow?” she asked eagerly.

“I suppose,” he said as he continued to cut his meat.

“Where?”

“I’ll talk with your fiancé after dinner.”

After dinner, Isabella almost went skipping out of the dining room.

The old lady came up and beamed as she patted my cheek.

“You a good boy,” she said, then followed her great-granddaughter.

Don Vicari had a slightly different reaction.

“I don’t care where you go tomorrow, just as long as I don’t have to hear every goddamn detail,” he said crankily as he walked out of the room.

Fuckin’ bastard.

Still…

We had his permission to keep going on.

That’s all I needed.

to see Messina, on the northeastern tip of Sicily… and Augusta… and Santa

and Ludavica were like two kids in a candy

famous landmark, and basked in

truly experiencing freedom – and they enjoyed every second

can’t say I was

every town we visited, I got to

enough

happy when I first arrived – but I could tell she was having a harder and harder time as the days went

As the wedding approached.

her what was wrong because I already

held each other

ignore the

I asked Isabella where

expecting a big church. Maybe a cathedral in Palermo, so Don Vicari could show off how

the reception menu, no drama about the wedding dress – but I figured he had

I was surprised when Isabella said,

“…Resuttano?”

heard of

at my puzzlement. “It’s a little place about five miles from here. There’s a chapel on the outskirts of the village. Papa and Mama got married there. So did my

was her great-grandmother – the 91-year-old who kept

we’re getting married?” I asked in shock. “A chapel in

Rocco, Abriana, and Marcella all got married there. Why – did you want something bigger?” she

no, that’s

with

understand we’ll be getting married in the chapel

he said, not even looking up from his

a

contemptuously, “chapels tend not to

ignored his snark.

“Your family.”

I

grandmother. “Plus Rocco, my other two daughters, and their families.

normally, a ton of other

‘families,’ I meant

cities like Rome, Milan,

smirked. “Did they show up at your brother’s wedding?

He meant Adriano’s.