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.

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

came Paolo’s muffled voice, “but we got a

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

something bad

SHIT.

Don

unnerved I didn’t even

so I could hear Paolo better. “What ha–

WHAM!

slammed into my face – and my

as stars filled my vision and pain filled my

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

see Paolo standing there with his revolver pointed

wasn’t the old, nervous,

guy’s eyes were cold

expression was

there by the bed,” he commanded as he slammed

and pulled the

swung the gun over towards her.

a scream to

whether it was better to

the gun, it could go off and Caterina could

decided not to

took a

any crazy ideas, asshole. Now

backed up until I was against

down below my

all the fuckin’ luck,” he muttered, then looked me in the

you?” I growled as I

to you,” he joked, then glanced at Cat. “With a pipe like that, I can see why you keep coming after him like a crack whore.” He looked her up and down lecherously. “And why he likes his little crack

me. “DON’T YOU FUCKING TALK TO HER LIKE –

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

to Isabella?”

there with that other chick, pointin’ at sailboats like a

Shit.

He’d tricked me…

I’d never

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

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

I cursed myself silently.

was a traitor

thought he’d be a traitor

into a sense of false security, thinking he’d be

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

and he would’ve

some cash,” Caterina said miserably as she pointed

while keeping his gun on

stuffed it in his pocket. “But that’s chump change

all we’ve got,” I

that sister-in-law

Alessandra.

He means Alessandra.

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

the phone and call her,” Paolo

uncle stole all

the fuck did she pay me 50 large? And I’d watch who you call idiot, IDIOT, seein’ as

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

fuckin’ payin’ me. So here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna call her up and get her to send me one million euros in

“One MILLION?!” I shouted.

stickin’ your dick all week. I’m guessin’ he’s not gonna be

to do to you once

first time, Paolo’s face

obviously hadn’t considered what to do if

assumed I

meant he was a moron with a half-baked

played by a moron, said a voice

I told the voice.

a second, but he

I’ll kneecap you so you can’t walk, then call Don Vicari after I’ve gotten the hell out of Sicily.

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

in front of you while you

pistol pointed at me. “What do you say about that, sugar

That was it.

That last part –

talking to Caterina like that

I fucking lost it.

on instinct

honed by hundreds of hours

gun was pointed at me, so even if it

Just me.

still eyeing Cat, I threw the purse out from

enough that when it

“WHA– ”

word out, I was

revolver in his hand

thing – to

but so nobody would hear and come

clamped a hand

hadn’t cocked

pull the trigger, the

couldn’t move, the gun

disoriented by getting

all

his elbow

heard his arm CRACK as it

in agony

the gun out of his

my head

didn’t land a solid punch, but even the glancing blow made

so I could use a chokehold to cut off his

that anyone would hear

had just tried to blackmail me

threatened to rape

he was

I put him in a chokehold, he reached over his

kicked his knees

His legs buckled –

SLAMMED his head

stopped struggling for a couple

of seconds was all I

floor and into the bathroom, just

head

going on, he

his shoulders, planted a knee in the center of his

his face

came out

clear of his one

was bent sickeningly at