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

Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 87

When Don Vicari summoned me the next morning to his study, I couldn’t read his expression. It was completely blank.

“It’s your brother,” he said emotionlessly as he pressed ‘Speakerphone’ on the cell.

“…hello?” I asked, terror creeping up my spine.

“He’s fine!” Niccolo said joyously. “Massimo just woke up and he’s going to be fine!”

I sank down weakly in the chair opposite Don Vicari’s desk.

“Thank God,” I breathed.

Niccolo chattered on for a while about Massimo’s good prognosis. Then he asked Don Vicari, “Given the circumstances, can we postpone the wedding?”

The fucking bastard replied, “No.”

“Don Vicari,” Niccolo said patiently, “it’s only five days away. I’m not sure Massimo will have recovered enough to attend – ”

“Then let him stay in the hospital.”

Niccolo was trying to hide it, but I could tell he was getting pissed. “Don Vicari – ”

“We had an agreement.”

“You said the wedding could be postponed – ”

“If the situation with your brothers got worse,” Vicari interrupted. “Your cousin is dead, and Fausto’s on his heels. I’d say the situation has improved.”

“Massimo was nearly killed,” Niccolo snapped.

“But he wasn’t. Your cousin, on the other hand, was. On the whole, a good trade-off. The wedding proceeds as planned.”

What an unbelievable asshole.

Of course, I’d seen him torture and burn a man alive, so… not a big surprise.

I had no interest in listening to Niccolo try to fight a battle that couldn’t be won, so I asked, “What about Roberto?”

With all the horrible news last night, I’d forgotten to ask.

“Good news there, as well,” Niccolo said, though he wasn’t quite as chipper as before. “He’s returning from Hong Kong around 8 o’clock tonight.”

I almost asked, Did he get the money? –

But I caught myself in time.

“Did he – was he successful?”

“VERY successful,” Niccolo said, back to fully happy.

I sat back in my chair in shock.

If all of my brothers and Lars were alive…

And Roberto had gotten back the 50 million…

Then what the fuck did we need Don Vicari for?

“I want to call off the wedding,” I said.

Don Vicari looked up at me sharply.

– what?”

got what we needed from Hong Kong. There’s no

may I speak to my brother in private?” Niccolo asked. I could

growled as he stared at me

him. “I don’t want to marry your daughter. You

a proud motherfucker and say that if I don’t want your daughter, then me and my family

stared at me in

was panicking. “Don Vicari –

up, consigliere,”

it, you prick – insult

GUARANTEED to fuck you over if you don’t let me out

quiet, much to my

for another moment, then said coldly, “So you

don’t want to

know

“Because she told me.”

that blood-curdling

my chair in anger, but before I could

don’t get to back out now just

signed

more

got

this marriage for business reasons. Reasons that have nothing to do with my daughter’s happiness. In fact, I couldn’t give a

at him with complete hatred

least the cards were all on

No more bullshit.

deal, consigliere,” Don Vicari said mockingly to the phone, “fine – but you’re going to be down

to kill

desk and fucking gouge

wedding will proceed as planned,” Niccolo said

stared at the phone in horror.

told you to do your duty to your family. THIS IS NOT DOING YOUR DUTY TO

The fucking spineless traitor!

“But – ”

Vicari’s daughter, and there will be NO more

Nic,”

immediately regretted what I’d

cobra about to watch a mongoose get

voice even colder

No – wait,” I said,

to me, I

of what Dario would say

rage

Of his disappointment –

ashamed

was more than I

I’ll marry her! Okay?! I’ll marry

silence on the other end of

you EVER disrespect me again. Am I

“…yes.”

I’d done was about as shitty a thing

laughingstock, but it would make it exponentially more difficult to deal with Don Vicari in

bends

for our family – Niccolo would have told Don Vicari to go ahead and shoot me. And to make

But I was desperate…