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.

came Paolo’s muffled voice,

pulled out of Cat and walked towards the door.

Isabella – something bad

SHIT.

visions of Don Vicari torturing me

was so unnerved I didn’t even bother to

door a crack so I could hear

WHAM!

slammed into my face –

filled my vision

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

looked up to see Paolo standing there with his

it wasn’t the old,

eyes were

expression was

by the bed,” he commanded as he slammed the door behind

pulled the sheet over her exposed

swung the gun over towards her. “Shut the fuck

a scream to a

pointed at her, I calculated whether it was better

the gun, it could go

decided not to

have, because Paolo took a quick step back and aimed at

crazy ideas, asshole. Now get

up until I was against

drifted down below my

the fuckin’ luck,” he muttered, then looked me in the eyes again. “Put on

else, will you?” I growled as I picked up my pants and stepped

same to you,” he joked, then glanced at Cat. “With a pipe like that, I can see why you keep coming

consumed me. “DON’T YOU FUCKING TALK TO HER

he interrupted. “I’m the one in

Isabella?” I asked

with that other chick, pointin’ at sailboats like a

Shit.

He’d tricked me…

never seen

I said bitterly, finally realizing what was

guess you could call it that. Though you’re gonna have

I cursed myself silently.

a traitor

I hadn’t thought he’d be

into a sense of false security, thinking he’d be happy with whatever cash Alessandra had

Niccolo, I had to admit, he never

would’ve let his guard down, and he would’ve seen it

said miserably as she pointed at her purse on

rifled through it while keeping his

bad,” he said as he pulled out the money and stuffed it in his

all we’ve got,” I snarled. “We

that sister-in-law of

Alessandra.

He means Alessandra.

Cat’s purse at me. Despite being caught off-guard, I caught

the phone and call her,” Paolo

you idiot. My uncle stole all our money –

And I’d watch who you call idiot, IDIOT, seein’ as

you, not my

So here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re

“One MILLION?!” I shouted.

gonna find out where you been stickin’ your dick all week. I’m guessin’

do to you once he realizes you went behind his back?”

first time,

obviously hadn’t considered what to do

automatically assumed I

meant he was a moron with

played by a moron, said a voice in my head that sounded like

off, I told the voice. I’m handling

second, but he finally

then I kill you. Or maybe I’ll kneecap you so you can’t walk, then call Don Vicari after I’ve gotten the hell

Isabella about what Don Vicari’s doin’ to Eliseo out in the barn. What was that all about? Tryin’ to save her from finding out Daddy’s

your cock and fuck your bitch in front of you while you

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

That was it.

That last part –

talking to Caterina like that

I fucking lost it.

acted on

by hundreds of hours

me, so even if it went off, she

Just me.

Cat, I threw the

heavy enough that when it slammed into Paolo’s face, his head jerked

“WHA– ”

the word out,

revolver in his hand

was the most important thing – to stop

he wouldn’t kill me, but so

clamped a hand against

hadn’t

tried to pull the trigger, the hammer wouldn’t be able to

the hammer couldn’t move, the

but he was still disoriented

I dropped down with all my weight

slammed his elbow across my

it bent in a direction Nature never

screamed in agony

the gun out of his hand. It went clattering

head with his

even

behind him so I could use a chokehold to cut off

couldn’t take the chance that

had just tried to

to rape the woman I

was going to

he reached

I kicked his

His legs buckled –

his head

struggling for

couple of seconds was all I

floor and into the bathroom, just five feet

head

what was going on, he tried to fight back

shoulders, planted a knee in the center of his back

forced his face

it came out as bubbles and

bore down with all my weight and stayed clear of his one good arm

at