Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 81

I had more to do before dark.

Cat was so freaked out by the body that I sent her to buy clothes for me instead.

While she was out, I had her drop Paolo’s ID and credit cards in separate sewer grates, careful to wipe off her prints before she ditched them.

She returned an hour later with a duffel bag. Inside were two sets of shirts, pants, and shoes that closely resembled what I was wearing.

I changed into the first set of clothes, stashed the second set in the duffel bag, and threw in a towel from the hotel.

Then I waited until half an hour after sunset –

Which was already fucking late at 8:30 PM.

Ordinarily, we would have been back at Don Vicari’s by 6.

He probably started calling Paolo’s phone around 6:30…

And then it was a two-hour drive from his home to Ortigia.

I just prayed he hadn’t already sent his men to search for Isabella.

Because if he had, and they found me before I got rid of the body…

I was fucked.


Once it was dark enough, I sent Caterina outside to wait for me.

If I got arrested, I didn’t want her to get caught, too.

Then I moved the body.

There wasn’t an elevator, so I only had one other option.

I strained to keep the suitcase semi-upright as the wheels dropped from stair to marble stair.

CLACK!

CLACK!

CLACK!

Luckily, only two people passed me on the stairs.

They gave me a glance but didn’t pause to talk.

exited the side door of the hotel,

to the street along the Mediterranean and scanned for

several strolling along the

I needed

FUCK.

going to need that diversion

I looked around.

street over, just like I’d

a worried smile and started walking towards

I heard Isabella’s

“Valentino?”

I whirled around.

was suddenly plunged

towards me from one

Ludavica approaching from

Oh SHIT –

to blow a fucking

I realized how funny

Cat and Isabella meeting than I was about the dead body I was carting

the fuck are you doing here?” I whispered at Isabella as she walked

behind me, her voice trembling.

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK –

walked up. “I’m

a hand

going to slap it away, or cuss her out, or

she took

she

limply before letting

was trying hard

felt fucking awful

took it out on

“WHY are you HERE?”

her like that,” Ludavica

“I don’t remember asking you a goddamn –

here, Valentino,” Isabella whispered, her voice panicked. “My father’s men – they’re

stopped in my

“Where?” I asked hoarsely.

saw one of them in the crowd,

you know where to

the hotel name,

She was right.

boss. She’s at the

do?”

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