Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 88

The next couple of days were horrible.

I couldn’t leave the property; I couldn’t contact Cat; and I was about to lose all my freedom in just a few days.

The only thing that was even halfway comforting was Isabella.

I saw her and Ludavica often. I would run across both of them in the gardens as I paced, trying to keep my worry and hatred at bay. They were always reading, every single time.

Isabella looked up from her book with a compassionate wince. “Things pretty bad?”

“You have no idea,” I muttered.

“I’m sorry,” she said kindly.

I sat down on the bench next to her and Ludavica.

Since the whole conversation with Don Vicari about Your daughter doesn’t want to marry me, I noticed he’d become a lot more lax about chaperones breathing down our necks.

Or maybe it was because the wedding was just 72 hours away.

Six of one, half a dozen of the other.

“Your face is looking a lot better,” Isabella said.

“Thanks,” I mumbled.

of

mask. The bruises had started to turn green

when I was a teenager and come out with

knew it would

every time I looked

I’m the

I knew that

still the hottest guy she’d ever seen. She

of Cat made me think

suddenly I felt worse

Isabella misinterpreted my expression.

my father…

“No.”

“…oh.”

what her father had

She’s the means

the point? To make Isabella as

for a father all her life.

upset?” I

frowned. “Why

to marry

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