Mafia Kings: Valentino: Dark Mafia Romance Series #6 by Olivia Thorn

Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 85

Vicari marched me through the darkness, an old-school kerosene lamp hanging from his hand. It was just the two of us, and he didn’t say a word the entire time.

I staggered along beside him, keeping the blanket wrapped around me tightly.

We finally reached the barn. A lone foot soldier was keeping watch.

“Open it,” Vicari barked.

The foot soldier hurriedly opened the sliding door.

I breathed through my mouth this time, but the stench was so bad I could taste the putrid air on my tongue.

Eliseo Marconi was still chained up. He still had the IVs, too, but it didn’t look like he had much more life in him.

His breathing was ragged. He was slumped over, and his head hung just inches from the dirt floor.

His infected wounds were even worse than the last time I’d seen him. His entire body looked like one giant, weeping sore.

In the light of the lantern, with all the shadows around him, he truly looked like something out of Dante’s Inferno.

“WAKE UP!” Don Vicari shouted.

I winced as he kicked the consigliere in the head.

The guy jerked, then slowly raised his ruined face.

“…Don… Vicari…”

“Were you working with anyone else?” Vicari seethed.

The consigliere frowned. “…what…?”

Vicari squatted down with the lantern in front of the consigliere. “Tell me the truth, Eliseo. Were you working with anyone else?”

The guy looked slowly from Vicari to me like he didn’t understand.

Vicari was squatting down beneath me. The foot soldier was still outside the barn.

consigliere

I silently

The consigliere frowned.

mouthed it again, more

PAOLO.

second, I was afraid that maybe the consigliere would sell me out

But no.

I’d given him a chance to end his misery, and he played his part to the

“…Paolo…” the consigliere whispered.

was silent for a second

he exploded

TELL HIM?! WHAT DID YOU DO

“…it’s… gone. Paolo…

IS IT?! WHERE

consigliere’s chuckle became a taunting laugh. “…fuck you… you stupid

then he spat in Vicari’s

I froze.

Don to pull out a gun and empty it into

stood up, the very picture of

pulled out

bloody spittle from his

said coldly, “One more question. Were you working with Fausto Rosolini,

Don

What the fuck?!

did THAT

at me. Seeing my confused

“…I… what…?” he wheezed.

guess not,”

stepped

kerosene lantern

it down on the consigliere’s

The glass broke –

flaming liquid engulfed the

“AAAAAAAAGHHH!” he screamed.