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 was Room Service, I was

came Paolo’s muffled voice,

muttered as I pulled out of Cat and

Isabella – something bad happened,

SHIT.

head filled with visions of Don Vicari torturing me in his

so unnerved I didn’t even bother to put a

so I could hear Paolo better. “What

WHAM!

slammed into my face – and my

filled my

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

see Paolo standing there with his revolver pointed

the

eyes were cold

his expression was

the bed,” he commanded as he

the sheet

over towards her. “Shut the

dropped from a scream to a

calculated whether it

gun, it could go off and Caterina could get hit

decided not

Paolo took a quick step

go getting any crazy ideas, asshole. Now get over

I was against

drifted down below my waist

fuckin’ luck,” he muttered, then looked

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

you keep coming after him

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

he interrupted. “I’m the one in

Isabella?” I asked

that other chick, pointin’ at

Shit.

He’d tricked me…

never seen

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

gonna have to

I cursed myself silently.

was a

thought he’d be a traitor

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

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

guard down, and he

cash,” Caterina said miserably as she pointed

rifled through it while keeping his

he pulled out the money and stuffed it in his pocket. “But that’s chump change compared to what

I snarled.

but that sister-in-law

Alessandra.

He means Alessandra.

at me. Despite being

out the phone and call her,”

broke, you idiot. My uncle stole all

50 large? And I’d watch who you call idiot, IDIOT, seein’ as I’m

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

don’t care who pays me, but somebody’s fuckin’ payin’ me. So here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna call her up and get her to send me one

“One MILLION?!” I shouted.

find out where you been stickin’ your dick

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

first time, Paolo’s

what to do if I said

just automatically assumed I would pay

meant he was a moron with a

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

the voice.

second, but

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

didn’t tell Isabella about what Don Vicari’s doin’ to Eliseo out in the barn. What was that all about? Tryin’ to save

just shoot off your cock and fuck your bitch in front of you while

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

That was it.

That last part –

Caterina like

I fucking lost it.

acted on instinct

by hundreds of hours

so even if it went off,

Just me.

Cat, I threw the purse out from my

it slammed into Paolo’s face,

“WHA– ”

get the word out, I was already

the revolver

was the most important thing – to stop him

only so he wouldn’t kill me, but so nobody would hear

clamped a hand against

fool hadn’t

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

couldn’t move, the gun couldn’t

still disoriented by getting

down with all my weight pulling

elbow across my

CRACK as it

screamed in agony

knocked the gun out of

at my head with

solid punch, but even

him so I could use

couldn’t take the chance that anyone would hear

fucker had just tried to

threatened to rape the

he was going to

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

his knees from

His legs buckled –

SLAMMED his head into the

for

of seconds

and into the bathroom, just five feet

his head into the

going on, he tried to fight

planted a knee

his face

screamed, but it came out as bubbles and a

weight and stayed clear of his one good arm as

arm was bent sickeningly at