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.

sign, so if it was Room Service, I was going to kick somebody’s

came Paolo’s muffled voice, “but we

muttered as I pulled out of Cat and

Isabella – something bad happened,

SHIT.

with visions of Don

unnerved I didn’t even bother to put a

so I

WHAM!

into my face

filled my vision and pain filled

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

I looked up to see Paolo standing there with his revolver pointed in

the

guy’s eyes were cold

expression was

bed,” he commanded as he slammed the door behind

screamed and pulled the sheet

gun over towards her.

a scream to

the pistol was pointed at her, I calculated whether it was better

it could go off and Caterina could get

not to do

have, because Paolo took a quick step

ideas, asshole. Now

until I was against the

down below my

then looked me

I growled as I picked up my pants

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

“DON’T YOU FUCKING TALK TO

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

happened to Isabella?” I

She’s still out there with that other chick, pointin’ at sailboats

Shit.

He’d tricked me…

never seen

a shakedown,” I said bitterly, finally realizing what was going

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

I cursed myself silently.

was a traitor

he’d be

myself be lulled into a sense of false security, thinking

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

never would’ve let his guard down, and he would’ve seen it coming from a mile

as she

through it while keeping

stuffed it in his pocket.

we’ve got,” I snarled. “We don’t have

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

Alessandra.

He means Alessandra.

Despite being caught off-guard, I

the phone and call her,” Paolo

you idiot. My uncle stole all our money

watch who you call idiot, IDIOT, seein’ as I’m the one who’s got

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

here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna call her up and get

“One MILLION?!” I shouted.

Vicari’s gonna find out where you been stickin’ your dick all week. I’m guessin’ he’s not gonna be too happy about

to

time, Paolo’s face

obviously hadn’t considered what to do if

just automatically assumed

a moron with

means you got played by a moron, said a

the voice. I’m

second, but

don’t pay, then I kill you. Or maybe I’ll kneecap you so you can’t walk, then call Don Vicari after

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

your bitch in

“What do you say

That was it.

That last part –

talking to Caterina like that

I fucking lost it.

acted on instinct

by hundreds of

was pointed at me, so even if it went off, she wasn’t in

Just me.

Cat, I threw the purse

it slammed into Paolo’s face,

“WHA– ”

he could get the word out, I was

the revolver

was the most important thing –

me, but so nobody

a hand against the

hadn’t cocked

the trigger, the hammer wouldn’t be able to move

if the hammer couldn’t

was still disoriented by getting

dropped down with all my weight pulling on

slammed his elbow across my

CRACK as it bent in a

in agony

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

swung at my head

a solid punch, but even the glancing blow

so I could use a chokehold to cut off

take the chance that anyone would hear him

fucker had just tried to

to rape

he was

chokehold, he reached

I kicked his knees

His legs buckled –

SLAMMED his head into

struggling for a couple of

of seconds was

across the floor and into the bathroom, just five feet

head into the

realized what was going on, he tried

a

forced his

came out

bore down with all my weight and stayed clear of

bent sickeningly at