Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 79

I ran back to the east side of Ortigia – back to the tourists and sunbathers and people who didn’t have a care in the world.

I found Isabella and Ludavica in the same spot I’d left them. They were laughing and drinking white wine as they ate fried calamari.

Isabella looked at me in surprise. “Why are you back so early?”

“He ran out of steam and needed some oysters for stamina,” Ludavica joked.

“Lu!” Isabella scolded her but laughed all the same. “Where’s Paolo? He said he had to talk to you.”

I sat down opposite them, leaned over the table, and motioned them to come close enough that no one around us could hear.

“I need you to NOT react when I tell you something,” I whispered. “Do you understand?”

Both Isabella and Ludavica nodded nervously.

“I’m serious,” I growled.

“We’ll be quiet,” Isabella promised.

Ludavica nodded. “Promise.”

“Alright.” I paused. “Paolo’s dead.”

Both girls’ eyes widened in shock, but they stayed true to their word: neither gasped or cried out.

“What happened?” Isabella asked.

“He tried to blackmail me for a million euros.”

“What?!”

“Yeah. He said either my family paid him, or he was going to tell your father about me and Caterina.”

The color drained from Isabella’s face. “Does that mean… that you were the one who…”

She trailed off, but I knew where she was going.

You were the one who killed him.

I nodded.

Isabella was silent for a moment.

I thought she was going to freak out – start screaming and call me a murderer –

But instead she asked, “Is Caterina okay?”

Her concern for Cat touched me.

The fact that she was even thinking about her revealed a lot about who Isabella was deep down.

“She’s fine,” I said. “But we have a big problem.”

“‘We’?” Ludavica asked angrily.

“Lu,” Isabella hissed.

Ludavica shut up.

“What’s the big problem?” Isabella asked me.

“I need to make sure he disappears, if you get my drift.”

just tell Papa he

a hotel room? Registered

of grim determination

at the restaurant. Just keep ordering food and drinking,” I said as I pulled out

you want

but you’re going to have to

shot up. “That’s a

I can’t do anything until it

going to

better. Do you have a phone number

do you really think that’s a good

until I tell you I’m

you just drive the three of us

make it look like Paolo ran. If he ran, he wouldn’t leave us the

Yeah, that would look suspicious. But

you questions, I

my father easier than

Yeah, right.

all night. You can say Paolo told you he had to take a call, then he left and never came back. The servers will be your

you, though?” Isabella asked. “Where are you going to say you were, if you

haven’t gotten

can help,” Isabella

yourself,” Ludavica

shot her an angry

but she

at me. “Just tell me

right now, stay here. I’ll come back

the way, do you have him on his back or his

frowned. “What difference

to the lowest point.

“…oh,” I said uneasily.

face being purple could potentially fuck up

long ago did you – uh, did all

half an hour.

one to two hours after

“Shit,” I snarled.

would definitely fuck up my

nobody cared about lividity and rigor mortis and shit like that. You just dug a hole in the olive groves and

do you know all this stuff?”

she’d learned it from her

But I was wrong.

mysteries. How were you planning

don’t think this is a good

about lividity or rigor mortis,” she interrupted. “You

She had a point.

“Well?” she prodded.

Weekend At

face twisted in confusion.

grab a bottle of wine, pretend we were drunk, take him out to the water, go for a swim, and

risky,” Isabella said, like she was weighing the pros and cons of how to patch a tire. “If anybody sees you up close, it’s

why I was going to wait

could still see

I was going

think it’d be better if you find a luggage shop, buy the biggest suitcase you can, cram him inside before rigor mortis sets in, and take it

think it’s weird I’m taking a suitcase

she said. “Seriously

turned to glance at the tourists strolling

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