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?”

over my shoulder

step out under a street

JESUS.

it was a

looked so fucked-up, I almost ran to help

tourists gasped. One

across the street to

Good job, Isabella.

I kept going –

that led down

on the rocks below as

God, don’t let anybody be swimming right

to be a fucking idiot to be down

was

was about to become

one was in

started down

clacked loudly as the wheels hit each

one would hear it over Isabella’s

and stepped out onto

and I struggled to keep my balance

glanced up

anybody

was now

grunted and dragged the suitcase

stepped off into the

soaked

deep – only up to my thighs before my shoes

the suitcase: the air trapped inside caused it to

float, exactly, but it was

trudged across the seafloor until I

Then started swimming.

a fucking

enough that it

drag the bag out as far as I

a quick gasp of air

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

to breathe, I would check to see if anyone on

see anyone, so I

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

it took longer to find the bag. Plus, my

much longer, so I shoved the suitcase underneath the edge

it sounds since I did it all

end. They stung in

I could see were a bunch of

the black suitcase blended in with the

found it, yanked it to