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

came Paolo’s muffled voice,

as I pulled out of Cat and walked towards the door.

something

SHIT.

head filled with visions of Don Vicari

was so unnerved I didn’t even

a crack so I

WHAM!

my face – and

my vision

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

up to see Paolo standing there with his

it wasn’t the old, nervous, shit-eating

eyes were

his expression was even

there by the bed,” he commanded as he

pulled the sheet over her exposed

towards her. “Shut the

immediately dropped from a

the pistol was pointed at her, I calculated whether it

could

decided not to do

a quick step back and aimed at

ideas, asshole. Now

up until I was

drifted down below my

then looked me in

point that thing somewhere else, will you?” I growled

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

YOU FUCKING TALK

he interrupted. “I’m the one

Isabella?” I

with that

Shit.

He’d tricked me…

never seen

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

gonna have to cough up

I cursed myself silently.

was a

I hadn’t thought he’d be a

into a sense of false security, thinking he’d

I had to admit, he never would have let this

never would’ve let his guard down, and he would’ve

miserably as

while keeping his gun on

in his

all we’ve got,” I

don’t, but that sister-in-law

Alessandra.

He means Alessandra.

me. Despite

phone and call her,” Paolo

uncle stole all our

who you call idiot, IDIOT, seein’ as I’m

paid you, not

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

“One MILLION?!” I shouted.

Don Vicari’s gonna find out where you been stickin’ your dick all week.

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

time, Paolo’s face

hadn’t considered what to

assumed I would pay

was a moron with

moron, said a voice in my head that sounded

off, I told the

Paolo a second, but he finally

walk, then call Don Vicari after

Don Vicari’s doin’ to Eliseo out in the barn. What was

off your cock and fuck your bitch in front of you while you bleed out.

pistol pointed at me. “What do you say about

That was it.

That last part –

Caterina like that

I fucking lost it.

acted on

of

so even if it went off, she wasn’t in

Just me.

still eyeing Cat, I threw the purse

enough that when it slammed

“WHA– ”

get the word out, I was already on

the revolver in

thing – to stop

he wouldn’t kill me, but so

a hand against

hadn’t cocked

to pull the trigger, the hammer

hammer couldn’t move,

struggled, but he was still disoriented by getting hit in the

dropped down with all

his elbow across my

heard his arm CRACK as it bent in

screamed in

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

head with his left

even the

slipped behind him so I could use a chokehold

couldn’t take the chance that anyone would hear him scream

fucker had just tried to

to rape the woman I

was

a chokehold, he reached over his head,

kicked his knees

His legs buckled –

head

stopped struggling for a

of seconds was all I

floor and into the bathroom, just

plunged his head into

what was going on, he tried

grabbed his shoulders, planted a knee in the center of

his face

out as bubbles

weight and stayed clear of his one good arm

bent sickeningly at