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?” Niccolo

needed from Hong Kong. There’s no need to go through with the wedding

private?” Niccolo asked. I could hear the fear

he stared

marry your daughter. You know that. And she doesn’t

you shithead – come on, be a proud motherfucker and say that if I don’t want

just stared at me

“Don Vicari

up, consigliere,”

it, you prick – insult

bad he’s GUARANTEED to fuck you over if you don’t

kept quiet,

for another moment, then said coldly, “So you don’t

I like her. But I don’t want to marry her. And she definitely

know

“Because she told me.”

Vicari gave me that blood-curdling

in anger, but before I could say anything

with me,” Vicari continued. “They don’t get to back out now

never signed shit,” I

an oath. That’s more binding than any piece of

got

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

stared at him with complete hatred

at least the cards were all on

No more bullshit.

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

wanted to kill him

the desk and fucking gouge his eyes

as

at the phone in horror. “Nic

Catania, I told you to do your duty to

The fucking spineless traitor!

“But – ”

WILL marry Don Vicari’s daughter, and there will be NO more discussion about

you, Nic,” I

what I’d

Vicari smiled like a cobra about to watch a mongoose get spitted and roasted

colder than

No – wait,” I said, suddenly

won’t listen to me, I

of what Dario

of his rage directed

Of his disappointment –

ashamed of me

than

yelled. “Alright, goddammit, I’ll marry

the other end of the

you EVER

“…yes.”

about as shitty a thing as you

it make him a laughingstock,

who bends over when his

just some foot soldier who worked for our family – Niccolo would have told Don Vicari to go ahead

But I was desperate…