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 my shoulder

saw Isabella step out under a street lamp

JESUS.

it was

I almost ran to help her

One of the women

dashed across

Good job, Isabella.

I kept going –

reached steps that led down to the

were crashing on the rocks below as

God, don’t let anybody be

fucking idiot to be down there

was

was about to become the

was in

down the metal

clacked loudly as the wheels

would hear it

reached the bottom and stepped out

slick and slimy with algae, and I struggled to keep my balance as water crashed over my

up

wasn’t anybody along

now or

and dragged

stepped off

water soaked

go deep – only up to my thighs before my shoes hit the rocky

the suitcase: the air trapped inside caused it

exactly, but it was easier

trudged across the seafloor until

Then started swimming.

was a

was heavy enough that it kept me

far as I

to the surface for a quick gasp of

the darkness until I found the suitcase handle, then start all

up to breathe, I would check to see if

see anyone,

underwater, I reached the boulders that formed the breakwater around the swimming

it took longer to find the bag. Plus,

much longer, so I shoved

it sounds since I did it all

eyes at the end.

wasn’t much point. All I could see were a bunch of blurry

least I could tell the black suitcase blended

felt for the zipper, found it, yanked it to