Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 92

“You’re GAY?!” I exclaimed.

Isabella looked like she was about to shit a brick as she looked around wildly.

“Would you keep it DOWN?!” she hissed.

“Sorry, sorry,” I whispered. “But – you’re GAY?!”

“Yes.”

Again, I’m a little vain –

Okay, a lot vain –

So my ego was relieved.

No wonder she isn’t into me –

She likes CHICKS!

Now it all makes sense!

“Who is it?” I asked.

Isabella really looked at me like I was an idiot. “One guess.”

“Holy SHIT – Ludavica?!”

Isabella looked like she was going to murder me.

“Sorry, sorry,” I whispered again. “When the fuck did that happen?!”

“Years ago.”

“Years ago?!”

“I think we always had a crush on each other, but neither of us did anything until the night I turned 18.” Isabella got a dreamy smile on her face. “She kissed me on impulse, like she couldn’t control herself anymore.

“I was shocked.

“I mean, I wanted her, too – but I thought she could never, ever feel that way about me.

“When I didn’t do anything, she was terrified. She started apologizing and crying – until I kissed her back. Then… well… it just happened naturally.”

“Wait a second,” I said. “You two have had sex?!”

Isabella frowned like I was the stupidest idiot God ever created. “Of course we’ve had sex.”

“How many times?” I asked, my eyes wide.

“Why are you asking?”

“I’m just curious, that’s all.”

“Too many to count.”

“Dozens?”

“Hundreds, at least.”

HOLY FUCKING SHIT!

was really shallow of me, but

I mean –

Threesomes, baby!

hips. “This information is not

– you gotta admit, it’s

were in love with

Shit.

I said grudgingly as

knew she’d never go for a threesome – because

response had been

NO.

NEVER.

THINK

so – you two are in love,” I said, coming back

I am. If he found out, he’d kill

“he’d probably be pretty

getting it. “No, Valentino… he’d literally kill me. Actually, he’d probably

I laughed.

She didn’t laugh back.

fucking serious?”

father is the most homophobic man I’ve ever met – and in the Cosa Nostra, that’s saying something.

never willingly subject himself to humiliation. Which is why he’d have one of his thugs take me and Ludavica out in the fields, shoot us in the back of the head, and

at Isabella in

say, He’d never do that

I remembered what Don Vicari had

about my daughter. She’s the means to an end to get what

had to admit, Yeah, he’s capable

my mind. My father was old-school Cosa Nostra and pretty homophobic – but if me or one of my brothers had been gay, he would’ve still loved us. He wouldn’t have liked it, and he probably would have pretended like that part of our lives didn’t

be gay, and my father never treated

us gave a shit about

– like we thought gay guys weren’t going to be as tough in a fight as a straight

family was gay, all we cared about was whether he

the idea that Don Vicari would

It was unthinkable.

An infamia.

it was probably the

softly. “Fathers and brothers kill their daughters and sisters just because they had sex before marriage, and those assholes think it besmirches their honor. You think they’d be okay with it if their sisters or

Middle East,” I

the Middle East. It

“Yeah, with Muslims.”

relic from the 19th century – he never even made it into the 20th, much less the 21st. Me being gay would be just

Shit.

word she said

you were still with Ludavica, knowing he might kill both of

in the world. With her, it’s close to paradise. But it’s still paradise inside a prison where we could die any day. And I was deathly afraid the paradise might

my father brought around? I didn’t reject them because I didn’t like them… although I didn’t like them. But I never expected to like any man I had

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