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.

Disturb’ sign, so if it

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

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

something bad happened,

SHIT.

Don Vicari torturing

unnerved I didn’t even bother to put

just opened the door a crack so I could

WHAM!

slammed into my face – and

as stars filled my vision and pain

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

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

the old, nervous, shit-eating

guy’s eyes were cold

his expression was even

bed,” he commanded as he

screamed and pulled the sheet over her exposed

towards her. “Shut the fuck

from a scream to

was pointed at her, I calculated whether it

gun, it could go off and Caterina could

not to

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

ideas, asshole. Now get over by

up until I

drifted down below my

luck,” he muttered, then looked me

point that thing somewhere else, will you?” I growled as I picked up my pants and

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

“DON’T YOU FUCKING TALK

interrupted. “I’m the one in

Isabella?” I asked

“Nothin’. She’s still out there with that other chick,

Shit.

He’d tricked me…

never seen it

is a shakedown,” I said bitterly, finally realizing what was going on. “Just like Rocco does for his

that. Though you’re gonna have to cough up a lot more than some two-bit drug

I cursed myself silently.

known Paolo was a traitor to

thought he’d

false security, thinking

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

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

cash,” Caterina said miserably as she

through it while

and stuffed it in his pocket. “But

got,” I snarled. “We don’t have

you don’t, but that sister-in-law of

Alessandra.

He means Alessandra.

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

out the phone and call her,” Paolo

broke, you idiot. My uncle stole

me 50 large? And I’d watch who you call idiot, IDIOT, seein’ as I’m the one who’s got the

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

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.

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

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

the first time,

to

just automatically assumed

a moron with a half-baked

said a voice in my head

told the

Paolo a second, but

kill you. Or maybe I’ll kneecap you so you can’t walk, then

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

off your cock and fuck your bitch in front of you while you bleed out. Show her what she’s

at me. “What do you say about that,

That was it.

That last part –

talking to Caterina like that

I fucking lost it.

on

by hundreds of hours training

was pointed at me, so even if

Just me.

I threw the purse out from my chest like a

heavy enough that when it slammed

“WHA– ”

could get the word out, I was already on

revolver in his

was the most important thing – to stop him

me, but so nobody would

a hand against the revolver’s

fool hadn’t cocked

he tried to pull the trigger,

if the hammer couldn’t move, the

he was still disoriented by

with all my weight pulling on

his elbow across

heard his arm CRACK as it bent in a direction Nature

screamed in

gun out of his hand. It went clattering across the marble

my head with his

solid punch, but even the glancing blow made

behind him so I could use

chance that

tried to

to rape the woman

was

I put him in a chokehold, he reached over his head, trying to

kicked his knees

His legs buckled –

head into the tile

stopped struggling for a couple of

seconds was all

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

plunged his head into

was going on, he tried to

grabbed his shoulders, planted a knee in the center of his

forced his face

came out as bubbles and

with all my weight and stayed clear of his one good arm as it

was bent sickeningly at the elbow where I’d