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 need

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

growled as he

to marry your daughter. You know that. And she

that if I don’t want your daughter, then

he just stared

panicking. “Don Vicari –

up, consigliere,”

you prick – insult my

him off so bad he’s GUARANTEED to fuck you over if

kept quiet, much to

in silence for another moment, then

I don’t want to marry her.

you know this

“Because she told me.”

gave me that blood-curdling smile. “Too…

the arms of my chair in

to back out now just because the deal

signed

an oath. That’s more binding than any

never got a

happiness. In fact, I couldn’t

at him

cards were

No more bullshit.

to the phone, “fine – but you’re going

wanted to kill

the desk and fucking gouge his eyes

wedding will proceed as planned,” Niccolo said

the phone in horror. “Nic

do your duty to

The fucking spineless traitor!

“But – ”

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

Nic,”

immediately regretted what I’d

cobra about to watch a mongoose get spitted and

voice even colder

wait,” I said,

you won’t listen to me, I think it’s time we

what Dario

his rage directed at

Of his disappointment –

being ashamed of me

more than I

I’ll marry her!

silence on the other end of

Niccolo hissed, “Don’t you EVER disrespect me again.

“…yes.”

what I’d done was about as shitty a thing

would it make him a laughingstock, but it would make it exponentially more difficult to

always be ‘the consigliere who bends over when his underlings

if I were just some foot soldier who worked for our family – Niccolo would have told Don Vicari to go ahead and shoot me. And to make it long, drawn-out, and

But I was desperate…