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

Isabella step out under a street lamp with blood smeared all over her

JESUS.

it was a

fucked-up, I almost ran to

tourists gasped. One of the

across the street

Good job, Isabella.

I kept going –

steps that led

on the rocks below as I scanned the

God, don’t let anybody be swimming

to be a fucking idiot to be down

the world was full

I was about to become

no one was in the

down the

suitcase clacked loudly as the wheels hit

prayed no one would hear it over

reached the bottom and stepped out onto the nearest

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

glanced up above

wasn’t anybody along

was now

dragged the

off into the

soaked my

my thighs before my shoes

the suitcase: the air trapped inside

it was

trudged across the seafloor until I

Then started swimming.

was a fucking

was heavy enough

out as far as I could until

the surface for a quick

flail around in the darkness until I found the

to breathe, I would check to see if anyone on the street was

didn’t see anyone, so I kept

tenth time underwater, I reached the boulders that formed

deeper because it took longer to find the

leave Isabella alone much longer, so I shoved the

was a lot harder than it sounds

end. They stung in the saltwater

All I could see were

the black suitcase blended in with the base of the

zipper, found it, yanked