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

Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 77

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.

it

I’m sorry to interrupt,” came Paolo’s muffled voice, “but

as I pulled out of Cat and walked towards the

Isabella – something bad happened,

SHIT.

head filled with visions of Don Vicari torturing me in his

even

door a crack so I could hear Paolo

WHAM!

my face

staggered backwards as stars filled my vision and

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

see Paolo standing there with his revolver pointed in

it wasn’t the

eyes were

expression was even

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

and pulled the sheet over her exposed

towards her.

dropped from a scream

pointed at her, I calculated whether it was better to play it safe

gun, it could go off and Caterina could get

not to do

I could have, because Paolo took a quick

getting any crazy ideas, asshole. Now

I

drifted down below my waist

Christ, some guys get all the fuckin’ luck,” he muttered, then

else, will you?” I growled as I

at Cat. “With a pipe like that, I can see why you keep coming after

YOU FUCKING TALK TO HER LIKE

fuck up, asshole,” he interrupted. “I’m

Isabella?” I

laughed. “Nothin’. She’s still out there with that other chick, pointin’ at sailboats like a

Shit.

He’d tricked me…

never

said bitterly, finally realizing what was going on. “Just like Rocco does

that. Though you’re gonna have to cough up

I cursed myself silently.

was a traitor to Don Vicari

hadn’t thought he’d be a

a sense of false security, thinking he’d

as I hated Niccolo, I had to admit, he never would have

his guard down, and he would’ve

h-have some cash,” Caterina said miserably as she

rifled through it while

stuffed it in his pocket. “But that’s chump change compared to what you’re

all we’ve got,” I snarled.

you don’t, but that sister-in-law of yours

Alessandra.

He means Alessandra.

purse at me. Despite being caught

the phone and call

family’s broke, you idiot. My uncle stole all our money

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

grandmother that paid you, not my sister-in-law,” I said.

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

“One MILLION?!” I shouted.

find out where you been stickin’ your dick all week. I’m guessin’ he’s not gonna

what he’s going to do to you once he realizes

first time, Paolo’s

obviously hadn’t considered what to do if I

just automatically assumed I would

was a moron with a half-baked

a moron, said a voice in my head

the voice.

a second, but he

so you can’t walk, then call Don Vicari after I’ve gotten

me a sadistic grin. “Yeah, I noticed you didn’t tell 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

bitch in front of you while you bleed out.

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

That was it.

That last part –

Caterina like that

I fucking lost it.

on instinct

honed by hundreds of

even if it went

Just me.

the purse out from my chest like a

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

“WHA– ”

could get the word out, I

grabbed the revolver in his

thing – to stop him from

kill me, but so

a hand

hadn’t

trigger,

the hammer couldn’t move, the

was still disoriented by getting hit

with all

his elbow across my

as it bent in a direction

screamed in agony

I’d knocked the gun out of his hand.

at my head with his

even

slipped behind him so I could use a chokehold to cut off

take the chance that anyone would hear him

tried to blackmail me

rape the woman I

he was

a chokehold, he reached over

kicked his knees from

His legs buckled –

I SLAMMED his head into

he stopped struggling for a couple of

of seconds was all I

dragged him across the floor and into the bathroom, just five feet away

his head into

what was going on, he tried

grabbed his shoulders, planted a

his face

out as bubbles and

and stayed clear of his one good

bent sickeningly at the elbow where