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.

in the valley was a tiny village. Maybe a hundred small

mile from the village, was a tiny chapel. I could tell by the cross on the

what I headed

faster and faster. I was nearly overcome with

like I was getting close to the actual, real beginning of

IF she shows up.

man, but I prayed

field, with an

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

all wood – dark, weathered brown with iron door

stone steps up to the main door. I walked up and tugged at

not surprisingly at all. It was a house of God out in the middle of nowhere; maybe it was open at all

and walked inside. I’d expected 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

through the glass, turning everything in the chapel to red, orange, and

faded tapestries of the stations of the cross. Other than those and a

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

on top of a short,

After a thousand people lighting and praying over