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?”

Kong. There’s no need to go through with

private?” Niccolo asked. I could hear the fear in

as he stared at

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

say that if I don’t want your daughter, then

he just stared at

“Don

up, consigliere,” Vicari

prick – insult

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

Niccolo kept quiet, much to my

moment, then said

her. But I don’t want

you know

“Because she told me.”

me that blood-curdling smile.

gripped the arms of my chair in anger, but before

Vicari continued. “They don’t get to back out now just because

signed shit,”

That’s more binding than

never got a

I said before: too… fucking… bad. I arranged 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 daughter. She’s a means to an end to get what I want. I care even less about

stared at him with complete hatred

least the cards were all

No more bullshit.

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

wanted to kill him

across the desk and fucking gouge

will proceed as planned,” Niccolo said

at the phone in horror. “Nic

Catania, I told you to do your duty to your family. THIS IS NOT DOING

The fucking spineless traitor!

“But – ”

daughter, and there will be

Nic,” I

regretted what I’d just

a cobra about to watch a mongoose get spitted and roasted

even colder than Don Vicari’s. “I’ll go

I said, suddenly unable

listen to me, I think it’s time we

idea of what Dario would

rage directed at me

Of his disappointment –

ashamed of

was more than I could

yelled. “Alright, goddammit, I’ll marry her! Okay?! I’ll marry

the other end of

you EVER disrespect me

“…yes.”

was true – what I’d done was about as shitty a thing as you could

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

consigliere who bends over when his

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

But I was desperate…