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.”

“Can’t you just tell Papa

hotel room? Registered in Caterina’s

guess that won’t work.” Isabella got a look of grim determination on

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

want us

have to keep

up. “That’s a long

but I can’t do anything

going

know, the better. Do you have a phone number to call

“Yes, but do you

until

you just drive the three of us

to make it look like Paolo ran. If he

Yeah, that would look suspicious. But

when your father asks you questions, I need you to be able

lie to my father easier

Yeah, right.

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 alibi. If anybody asks them, they’ll say you were here the whole

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

haven’t gotten

help,” Isabella

for yourself,”

her

eyes – but she didn’t say

back at me. “Just tell me what

now, stay here. I’ll come back

Isabella said quietly. “By the way, do you have him on his

frowned. “What difference does

pull all the blood in his body to the lowest point. If you have him facedown, his face is going

“…oh,” I said uneasily.

purple could potentially fuck up my

uh, did all this happen?” Isabella

an hour.

in one to two hours after death. After eight hours, he’ll be stiff as a

“Shit,” I snarled.

definitely fuck up my

back home in Tuscany, where nobody cared about lividity and rigor mortis and shit like that. You just dug a hole in

all this stuff?” I

figured she’d learned it from her

But I was wrong.

murder mysteries. How were you planning

is

mortis,”

She had a point.

“Well?” she prodded.

seen Weekend

face twisted

bottle of wine, pretend we were drunk, take him out to

like she was weighing the pros and cons of how to patch

I was going to

still

I was going to have

buy the biggest suitcase you can, cram him inside before rigor mortis sets in, and take

think it’s weird I’m taking

you,” she said.

to glance at the tourists

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