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

a street lamp

JESUS.

was a ploy

I almost ran to help her

tourists gasped. One of the women

they dashed across the street to

Good job, Isabella.

I kept going –

reached steps that led

waves were crashing on the rocks below as I

anybody be swimming

be a fucking idiot to be down there in

world was full

was about to become

no one was

down the

as

no one would hear it over Isabella’s

stepped out onto the nearest

I struggled to keep my balance as water crashed over my shoes and

glanced up above

anybody

now or

and dragged the suitcase

off

water soaked

didn’t go deep – only up to my thighs before my shoes hit

had been right about the suitcase: the air trapped inside caused it to

but it was easier to pull through

seafloor until I was neck-deep

Then started swimming.

was a

suitcase was heavy enough that

bag out as far as I could until

surface for a quick gasp of

darkness until I found the suitcase handle, then start all

breathe, I would check to see if

see anyone,

I reached the boulders that formed the breakwater around the swimming

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

shoved the suitcase underneath

it

at the end. They stung in the

All I could see were a bunch of blurry

tell the black suitcase blended in

zipper, found it, yanked it