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

we needed from Hong Kong. There’s no

my brother in private?” Niccolo asked. I could

growled as he stared at me

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

and say that if I don’t want your daughter, then me and my family can go fuck ourselves. COME ON

he just stared

was panicking. “Don Vicari

up, consigliere,”

it, you prick –

fuck you over

kept quiet,

Vicari stared at me in silence for another moment, then said coldly, “So you

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

know

“Because she told me.”

me that blood-curdling

the arms of my chair in anger, but before I could say anything

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

signed

made an oath. That’s more

never got a

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

him with complete hatred

at least the cards were all on

No more bullshit.

– but you’re going

wanted to kill him

to leap across the desk and fucking gouge his

wedding will proceed as planned,” Niccolo said

stared at the phone in horror. “Nic

to do your duty to your

The fucking spineless traitor!

“But – ”

WILL marry Don Vicari’s daughter, and there will

you, Nic,”

regretted what

to watch a mongoose

even colder than Don Vicari’s.

wait,” I

listen to me, I think it’s time we involve

idea of what Dario would

his rage directed at

Of his disappointment –

being ashamed

than I

yelled. “Alright, goddammit, I’ll marry

was silence on the other

you EVER disrespect me again.

“…yes.”

I’d done was about as shitty a thing as you could possibly do in the Cosa

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

‘the consigliere who bends over

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

But I was desperate…