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.

so if it was Room Service,

Paolo’s muffled voice, “but we got a

pulled out of Cat

– something

SHIT.

Don Vicari torturing me

I didn’t even bother to put a robe

so I could hear Paolo better.

WHAM!

into my face

as stars filled my

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

Paolo standing there with his revolver

the

guy’s eyes were

his expression was

commanded as he slammed the door

screamed and pulled the sheet

gun over towards her. “Shut

immediately dropped from a scream to a

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

could go off and

decided not to do

I could have, because Paolo took a quick

ideas, asshole. Now get over by the

until I was against the

eyes drifted down below

fuckin’ luck,” he muttered, then

growled as I picked up my pants and

you keep coming after him like a crack whore.” He looked her up and down lecherously. “And why he likes

me. “DON’T YOU FUCKING

he interrupted. “I’m the one in

to Isabella?” I asked

out there with that other chick, pointin’ at sailboats

Shit.

He’d tricked me…

never

bitterly, finally realizing what was

gonna have to cough up a lot more than some

I cursed myself silently.

was a traitor to Don Vicari

hadn’t 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 let this happen to

and he

miserably as she pointed at her purse on the

while keeping

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

all we’ve got,” I snarled. “We

but that sister-in-law of

Alessandra.

He means Alessandra.

Despite being

phone

broke, you idiot. My uncle stole all

how the fuck did she pay me 50 large? And I’d watch who you call

paid you, not my sister-in-law,”

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

“One MILLION?!” I shouted.

been stickin’ your dick all week. I’m guessin’

to you once he

first time, Paolo’s face showed

what to do if I said

assumed I would pay

a

means you got played by a moron, said a voice

told the

a second, but

Or maybe I’ll kneecap you so you can’t walk, then call Don Vicari

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

bitch in front of

at Caterina though he kept the 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.

acted on

of hours training

even if

Just me.

Paolo was still eyeing Cat, I threw the purse out from my chest like

that when it slammed into Paolo’s face, his head jerked

“WHA– ”

word out, I was

revolver in his

the most important thing

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

clamped a hand

fool hadn’t cocked

to pull the trigger,

the hammer couldn’t move, the gun

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

down with all my weight pulling on his forearm

his elbow across

it bent

screamed in

gun out of

swung at my head with his left

didn’t land a solid punch, but even

slipped behind him so I could use a chokehold to cut

chance that anyone would hear

tried

threatened to rape the woman

was going

in a chokehold, he reached over his head, trying

kicked his knees

His legs buckled –

head into the

for a couple of

seconds was

floor and into the bathroom,

his head

was going on, he tried to fight

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

forced his

screamed, but it came out as bubbles

weight and stayed clear of his one good arm as

sickeningly at the elbow