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?”

we needed from Hong Kong. There’s no

Vicari – may I speak to my brother in private?” Niccolo

he stared at me

marry your daughter. You

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

stared at

panicking. “Don Vicari –

consigliere,”

it, you prick – insult

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

kept quiet, much to

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

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

know

“Because she told me.”

gave me that blood-curdling

my chair in anger, but before I could

“They don’t get to back out now just because the deal became less favorable

signed shit,” I

That’s more binding than any piece of

got

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

him

cards were

No more bullshit.

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

to kill

the desk and fucking gouge his eyes out

will proceed as planned,”

the phone in

to do your duty to your family. THIS IS NOT DOING

The fucking spineless traitor!

“But – ”

marry Don Vicari’s daughter, and there will be

Nic,”

regretted what

about to watch a mongoose get spitted

voice even colder than Don

– wait,” I said, suddenly unable to

won’t listen to me, I think it’s

what Dario would say to me

idea of his rage directed

Of his disappointment –

ashamed

was more than I

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

silence on the other end of

you EVER

“…yes.”

as shitty

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

‘the consigliere who bends over when his underlings tell him

soldier who worked for our family – Niccolo would have told Don Vicari

But I was desperate…