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

Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 82

Cat returned in record time with her suitcase – and my bundled-up clothes.

After she handed them to me, I said, “You gotta go now, babe. Please, just find the nearest taxi and get the hell out of Ortigia.”

“When am I going to see you again?!” Cat asked frantically.

“Alessandra will tell you. Now GO.”

I kissed her passionately –

Maybe for the last time ever –

And pushed her gently away.

Cat looked back over her shoulder as she walked down the street.

I stared after her, feeling like my entire life was slipping away…

Until she went around a corner and was gone.

“You didn’t mention she was so pretty,” Isabella said quietly.

“Not something I wanted to discuss with my fiancée,” I snarled.

Isabella rolled her eyes and pointed at the hotel side entrance. “Go get dressed in there.”

I glanced at the suitcase with Paolo’s corpse inside. “And leave that out here with you?”

“Just go!” Isabella snapped as she shoved me towards the door.

Huh.

She could be tough when she was mad.

Inside the stairwell, I stripped off the newly bought clothes and put on my old ones. Then I came out and handed the new clothes to Isabella.

“Lu will take care of these,” she said. “Now go.”

“What about the distraction?”

“I’m handling that,” Isabella said. “Now GO!”

Ludavica took the clothes and walked quickly in the opposite direction.

I crossed the street towards the Mediterranean, pulling the suitcase behind me.

A group of tourists were heading right for me – an older group in their 60s.

I was sweating bullets –

Until Isabella screamed in Italian, “HELP ME! PLEASE, HELP ME!”

The tourists all stared across the street. I could hear them muttering in German.

“Was ist los?”

“Warum schreit sie?”

glanced over

street lamp with blood smeared all

JESUS.

it was a ploy

she looked so fucked-up, I

One of

they dashed across the street to

Good job, Isabella.

I kept going –

reached steps that led down to

on the rocks below as

God, don’t let anybody be

have to be a fucking idiot to be down there in

world was full

to become the poster boy

no one was in the

down

suitcase clacked loudly as the wheels

prayed no one would

reached the bottom and stepped

and slimy with algae, and I struggled to keep my balance

glanced up above

anybody

was now

grunted and dragged the suitcase

stepped off into the

water soaked

didn’t go deep – only up to my thighs

right about the suitcase: the air trapped inside caused

float, exactly, but it was easier to

across the seafloor until

Then started swimming.

a fucking

enough that it kept me

the bag out as far as I could

for a quick gasp of air

flail around in the darkness until I found the suitcase handle, then

time I went up to breathe, I would check to see if anyone on the street was

see anyone, so

reached the boulders that formed the breakwater

longer to find the bag. Plus, my ears hurt from

I shoved the suitcase

harder than it sounds since I did it all

opened my eyes at the end. They stung in

point. All I could see were a

the black suitcase blended in

zipper, found it, yanked it