Mafia Kings: Valentino: Dark Mafia Romance Series #6 by Olivia Thorn

Chapter 79

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.”

frowned. “Can’t you just tell

a hotel room?

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

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

want

but you’re going to have to

eyebrows shot up. “That’s a long

I can’t do anything until

you going

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

but do you really think

Not until

him at all? Can’t you just drive the three

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

suspicious. But why can’t

you questions, I need you to be able

can lie to my father easier

Yeah, right.

and it’ll be easier if you just stay here 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 alibi. If anybody asks them, they’ll

Isabella asked. “Where are you going to say you

grimaced. “I haven’t gotten that

help,”

for yourself,”

shot her an angry

but she didn’t

me. “Just tell me what you need

stay here. I’ll come back if

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

“What difference

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

“…oh,” I said uneasily.

being purple could

did you – uh, did

half an hour.

in one to two hours after death. After eight

“Shit,” I snarled.

definitely fuck up

cared about lividity and rigor mortis and shit like that. You just dug a

all this

it from her

But I was wrong.

lot of murder mysteries. How were you

don’t think this is a

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

She had a point.

“Well?” she prodded.

seen Weekend At

face twisted in

a bottle of wine, pretend we were drunk,

like she was weighing the pros and cons of how to patch a tire. “If anybody sees you up

was going

could still

is why I was going to have Cat provide a

the biggest suitcase you can, cram him

I’m taking a suitcase down

around you,” she said. “Seriously

turned to glance at the tourists strolling

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