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

Isabella step out under a street lamp with

JESUS.

was a

fucked-up, I almost

gasped. One of the

across the street

Good job, Isabella.

I kept going –

I reached steps that

the rocks below as I

don’t let anybody be swimming

be a fucking idiot to be down there in

was

become the poster

no one was in

down the metal

clacked loudly as

one would hear it over

stepped out onto the nearest

with algae, and I struggled to keep my balance as water

up

wasn’t anybody along

was now or

grunted and dragged the suitcase

off into the

water soaked my

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

air trapped

exactly, but it was easier to pull through the

across the seafloor until I

Then started swimming.

was a

was heavy enough that it kept me

out as far as I could until

surface for a quick gasp of

flail around in the darkness until I found the suitcase

to breathe, I would check to see if anyone

didn’t see anyone, so I

boulders that formed the breakwater around the swimming

it took longer to

much longer, so I shoved the suitcase underneath the

a lot harder than it sounds since

end. They

much point. All I could see were a bunch of blurry shapes in

suitcase

the zipper, found it, yanked it to