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.

later, I exited the side door of

to the street along the Mediterranean and scanned

strolling along

where I needed

FUCK.

was definitely going to need that diversion from

I looked around.

one street over,

smile and started walking towards me

I heard Isabella’s

“Valentino?”

I whirled around.

plunged into

walking towards me

approaching from the

Oh SHIT –

blow

realized

than I was

you doing here?” I whispered at Isabella as

her voice

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK –

Cat,” my future wife said brightly as she walked up. “I’m Isabella. This is Ludavica, my – uh,

a hand

to slap it away,

instead, she took Isabella’s

she took

it limply before

she was trying hard not to

felt fucking awful

it out on

“WHY are you HERE?”

to her like that,” Ludavica

don’t remember asking you a

Isabella whispered, her voice panicked.

stopped

“Where?” I asked hoarsely.

the crowd,

know where to

the

She was right.

text, boss. She’s

do we do?” Isabella asked,

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