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

Isabella step out under a street lamp with blood smeared all

JESUS.

knew it was a

she looked so fucked-up, I almost ran to

gasped. One of

dashed across the

Good job, Isabella.

I kept going –

steps that led down to

on the rocks below as I scanned the

God, don’t let anybody be swimming right

have to be a fucking idiot to be down there in

world was

about to become the poster boy for

was

started down

loudly as

would hear it over

stepped out

to keep my balance as

up

anybody along

now or

and dragged the suitcase

off into

water soaked

to my thighs before

the air trapped inside caused it

exactly, but it was easier to pull

the seafloor until I was

Then started swimming.

a fucking

was heavy enough that it kept me

as far as I could until

to the surface for a quick gasp of air before heading back

found

time I went up to breathe, I would check to

didn’t see anyone, so

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

longer to find the bag. Plus, my ears

couldn’t leave Isabella alone much longer, so I shoved the suitcase underneath the

was a lot harder than it sounds since I

opened my eyes at the end. They stung

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

I could tell the black suitcase blended in with the base

zipper, found it, yanked it to the side