Mafia Kings: Valentino: Dark Mafia Romance Series #6 by Olivia Thorn

Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 94

I went back to the kitchen and got an old wine bottle filled with cold water. It was a hot summer’s day, and I didn’t want to walk ten miles round trip without something to drink.

I ambled around the property for almost an hour, trying to make it look like I was lost in thought.

The point was to see if any of the foot soldiers were watching.

None of them paid me the slightest attention, so I headed for the ruins Ludavica had pointed out.

It was an old farmhouse made of stone, long since abandoned and caved in. Vines had covered the walls, and birds nested in what was left of the wooden rafters.

In the distance, Don Vicari’s compound looked like a dollhouse.

I waited on the opposite side of the ruins, waiting to see if someone would come after me –

But no one did.

So I kept walking.

I ambled through fields of grain and over hills until I reached a hilltop, just like Ludavica had said.

was a tiny village. Maybe a hundred small

was a tiny chapel. I could tell

what I headed

got closer, my heart beat faster and faster. I was nearly overcome

I was getting close to

IF she shows up.

wasn’t much of a praying man, but I prayed to God that Cat

a field, with an ancient graveyard off to the side filled

chapel itself was small, maybe 40 feet wide by 80 feet long, with a cross on

– dark, weathered brown with iron door

main door. I walked up and

all. It was a house of God out in the middle of nowhere; maybe it was open at all hours to anyone who

it to be dark inside, but there was a beautiful stained glass window of Christ on the cross. People I assumed were Mary and several apostles looked up at him

glass, turning everything in

were lined with faded tapestries of the stations of the cross. Other than those and a few small statues of

polished wood. Ten rows of uncomfortable-looking, rough-hewn pews

a podium on top of a short,

the platform was a table with dozens of small candles. After a thousand people lighting and praying over them, the