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

First we went to Siracusa – Syracuse in English. It’s a seaport in the southeast.

Isabella was all excited. Syracuse is apparently one of the oldest cities in Sicily, with a history stretching back to the ancient Greeks.

We had a boring morning looking at ruins in a giant park, which Isabella couldn’t get enough of –

And then we went to Ortigia, where I was meeting Cat.

Ortigia was a small island off the coast of Syracuse, with a single bridge connecting it to the mainland. Though there were plenty of thousand-year-old buildings, it also had the feel of a beach resort town.

The west side of Ortigia looked out on a bay filled with sailboats.

Along the walkway bordering the water, restaurants served Aperol spritzes and massive seafood platters under shaded canopies.

One hotel even had a bayside sunning deck complete with a DJ spinning dance music.

The place was jammed with tourists and felt like a fucking party.

“Whoa,” Isabella said as she stared at the throngs of people.

I knew she was overwhelmed. Ortigia was by far the most crowded place we’d been in, even more than Cefalù.

“You alright?” I asked.

“I’m fine,” she reassured me.

“I love it,” Ludavica said. She was bobbing her head along to the DJ’s set.

“We can go someplace a little less jampacked,” I offered, ignoring the dirty look Ludavica gave me.

“No – I love the sailboats,” Isabella said as she stared out dreamily at the bay. “I’ve read about them all my life, but I’ve never seen one. Except in drawings in books.”

Jesus.

To live an entire life without ever seeing a sailboat – not even on TV –

It was hard for me to comprehend.

Me, the girls, and Paolo got a seat in a restaurant so Isabella could have a view of the bay. And we were out of the broiling summer sun, so that was a plus.

Paolo checked his phone.

“You got a text, boss. She’s at the Locanda dell’Ortigia,” he said, then held it out to me.

I read the rest of Cat’s message:

Locanda dell’Ortigia, Room 301. Meet you out front – the view is amazing!

I checked Google Maps on Paolo’s phone and saw the hotel was on the waterfront on the opposite side of the island.

“See you guys later,” I said as I gave Paolo back his phone.

“Enjoy your sex,” Ludavica taunted me.

Isabella tried to shush her but laughed in spite of herself.

“I will – thanks,” I said with a smile as I walked off.

I cut through the sandstone-colored buildings in the center of the island until I got to Ortigia’s eastern shore.

Things were a lot more subdued on this side. No tchotchke shops or tourist-packed restaurants. In fact, almost no restaurants at all, despite the wide-open view of the Mediterranean.

Most of the buildings were centuries old and had been renovated into hotels or living spaces, so there were only a few tourists here and there. Most of them were heading for the hotspots on the west side.

I walked along the sidewalk that bordered the Mediterranean.

To my left was a one-way street with cars parked on both sides of the road – probably local residents. There was hardly any traffic.

To my right was an iron railing that protected you from falling 20 feet into the water below.

I passed a couple of stairs leading down to the ‘beach,’ if you could call it that. It was mostly a bunch of giant, craggy rocks next to the ancient seawall that surrounded the entire island.

A ring of boulders farther out in the water formed a breakwater – enough that you could swim without getting tossed around by the waves.

I saw one guy swimming laps while a girl took selfies on one of the giant rocks.

Other than that, it was deserted.

As I was looking down at the water, I heard a voice.

“Hey, hot stuff!”

I looked and saw Caterina on the other side of the street.

I grinned and immediately started towards her –

“Wait, hold on,” she said, and crossed over to me instead.

We kissed by the iron railing, the waters of the Mediterranean lapping down below us.

Then she rested her head on my chest so she could look out at the view.

“Isn’t it beautiful here?” she murmured.

“It is.”

“We’ve got a window that looks out over the sea. It’s spectacular!”

“Let’s go up and see it,” I said, a seductive tone in my voice.

She grinned. “I wanted to look at it out here because I knew that as soon as we up to the room, you’ll have me naked and in bed in 30 seconds flat.”

“Probably true,” I admitted as I squeezed her ass.

After a few seconds of passionate kissing, she took my hand.

“Okay, enough of the view. I want to have sex,” she said as she led me across the street.

I chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.”

And it wasn’t true – it didn’t take 30 seconds to get her naked and in bed.

It took 67.

I counted.

I was deep inside Cat and on my way to making her come the first time –

When I heard rapid knocking at the door.

“What the fuck?!” I exclaimed.

“Was I too loud?” Caterina whispered, mortified. “It is the middle of the day…”

“You’re fine – WHO’S THERE?!” I yelled angrily.

I’d put out the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, so if it was Room Service, I was going to kick somebody’s ass.

Paolo’s muffled voice, “but we

I pulled out of Cat and walked towards the door. “What’s the

Isabella – something bad

SHIT.

filled with visions of Don Vicari torturing me

didn’t even bother to put a robe

door a crack so I could hear

WHAM!

door slammed into my face

stars filled my vision and pain

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

looked up to see Paolo standing

the old,

guy’s eyes

his expression was

the bed,” he commanded as

the

swung the gun over towards her.

from a scream to

her, I calculated whether it was better to play it safe or

for the gun, it could go off and Caterina could get hit

not

that I could have, because Paolo took a quick step back and

any crazy ideas, asshole. Now get over by the

backed up until I was against the

eyes drifted down below my

then looked me in the eyes again. “Put

thing somewhere else, will you?” I growled

you keep coming after him like a crack whore.” He looked her up and down lecherously. “And why

FUCKING

he interrupted. “I’m

happened to Isabella?” I asked

with that other chick, pointin’ at

Shit.

He’d tricked me…

never

what was going on. “Just

call it that. Though you’re gonna have to cough up a lot

I cursed myself silently.

a

hadn’t thought he’d be a traitor

sense of false security, thinking he’d be happy with whatever

hated Niccolo, I had to admit, he never would have let this happen to

and he

as she pointed at her

it while keeping his gun on

in

got,” I snarled. “We

don’t, but that sister-in-law

Alessandra.

He means Alessandra.

purse at me. Despite being caught

get out the phone and call her,” Paolo

idiot. My uncle stole

fuck did she pay me 50 large? And I’d watch who you

you, not my sister-in-law,”

gonna do. You’re gonna call her up and get her to send me one million euros in

“One MILLION?!” I shouted.

Vicari’s gonna find out where you been stickin’ your dick all week.

you stop and think what he’s going to do to

the first time,

what to do if I

assumed I would

meant he was a

that means you got played by a moron, said a voice in my head

the voice. I’m handling

Paolo a second, but he

can’t walk, then call Don Vicari after I’ve gotten the hell out of Sicily. Let him finish the

gave me a sadistic grin. “Yeah, I noticed you didn’t tell Isabella about what Don Vicari’s doin’ to

I’ll just shoot off your cock and fuck your bitch in front of you while you bleed

at Caterina though he kept the pistol pointed at me. “What do you say about that, sugar tits? Ready for

That was it.

That last part –

talking to Caterina

I fucking lost it.

on instinct

of hours training with

pointed at me, so even if

Just me.

was still eyeing Cat, I threw the purse out from

it slammed into Paolo’s face, his

“WHA– ”

he could get the word out, I

revolver in

thing – to stop him from

kill me, but so nobody would

hand

fool hadn’t

the trigger, the hammer

if the hammer couldn’t move, the

disoriented by getting hit

with all my weight pulling on his forearm

elbow across

heard his arm CRACK as it bent

in

then I’d knocked the gun out of his hand. It went clattering across the

my head

punch, but even the glancing blow

slipped behind him so I could use a chokehold to

couldn’t take the chance that

fucker had just tried to blackmail

rape

he was going

I put him in a chokehold, he reached over his

kicked his knees from

His legs buckled –

head into

for a couple

of seconds

and into the bathroom, just five feet away

plunged his head

what was going on, he tried to

planted a knee in the

forced his

but it came out as

my weight and stayed clear of his one good arm as

at