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?”

from Hong Kong. There’s no need to

brother in private?” Niccolo

growled as he

back at him. “I don’t want to marry your daughter. You know that.

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

stared at me

was panicking. “Don

up, consigliere,” Vicari

it, you prick –

you over if you don’t let

Niccolo kept quiet, much to my

me in silence for another moment, then said coldly, “So you don’t want to marry my

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

you know

“Because she told me.”

gave me that blood-curdling

chair in anger, but before I

brothers made a deal with me,” Vicari continued. “They don’t get to back out now just because the deal became

never signed

That’s more binding than any piece

got a

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

at him with

were all on the table

No more bullshit.

mockingly to the phone, “fine – but you’re going to be down one brother after I put a bullet in this one’s

to kill

desk and fucking gouge

as planned,” Niccolo said

phone in

I told you to do your duty to your family. THIS IS

The fucking spineless traitor!

“But – ”

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

you, Nic,” I

immediately regretted what I’d just

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

Niccolo said, his voice even colder than Don Vicari’s.

No – wait,” I said,

you won’t listen to me, I think

of what Dario would

of his rage directed at

Of his disappointment –

being ashamed of me

than I could

“Alright, goddammit, I’ll

silence on the other end of the

Niccolo hissed, “Don’t you EVER disrespect

“…yes.”

about as shitty a thing as you could possibly do in the

of another family. Not only would it make him a laughingstock, but it would make it

would always be ‘the consigliere who bends over when his underlings tell him to go

brother – if I were just some foot soldier who worked for our family – Niccolo would have told Don Vicari to go ahead and shoot

But I was desperate…