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.

a tiny village.

from the village, was a tiny chapel. I could tell

what I headed

I got closer, my heart beat faster and faster. I

I was getting close to the actual, real beginning

IF she shows up.

a praying man, but I prayed to God

reached the chapel. It stood alone in a field, with

80 feet long, with a

all wood – dark, weathered brown with

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

of God out in the middle of nowhere; maybe it was open at all hours to anyone who needed

opened the door 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 looked up at him in

turning everything in the chapel to

of the cross. Other

rows of uncomfortable-looking, rough-hewn pews lined

podium on top of a short, raised

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

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