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

Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 120

I watched in amazement as the old woman hobbled up the steps to the platform.

Rocco tried to help her, but she angrily swatted his hand away.

She walked over to Isabella –

Who was shaking all over.

I swear, she seemed more frightened than when her father was pointing a gun at her.

Probably because, of all the people in the world she didn’t want to disappoint…

It was her great-grandmother.

But the old lady smiled at her kindly, nodded, and then turned around to face her grandson.

“As you know, I had an arranged marriage, too,” she said to Don Vicari. “I was only 18 on my wedding day.

“I was a good wife to your grandfather. I gave him six children, and I was faithful to him all my life. But I never loved him.

“I came to love him, in a way, I suppose… but I loved someone else.

“A girl from my village. Her name was Constantina.”

There was a quiet gasp from Rocco and the foot soldiers.

Don Vicari just stared up at her, bewildered.

“Back in those days, our feelings for each other were considered an infamia. My father would have killed us both if he knew.” The old lady glared at her grandson. “It seems not much has changed.

“The night before my wedding – in this very chapel – Constantina begged me not to go through with it. She wanted me to run away with her. I refused because I was frightened of what would happen to us… and I married your grandfather the next day.

“Two weeks later, Constantina hung herself.”

Tears welled up in the old lady’s eyes and trickled down her wrinkled cheeks.

Isabella sobbed, and she and Ludavica clutched each other even more tightly.

The old lady’s pained expression turned to rage. “So I will be damned if I let you, or any other man, take away my great-granddaughter’s happiness. I have suffered enough for this family – and I will not let her, or the woman she loves, suffer the same fate as the girl who loved me, and who I was too cowardly to save.”

the old woman reached

out a stiletto blade, thin and wickedly

of what she was going

raked the tip across the palm of her hand,

the floor of the chapel, she reached out and took

di mi sangre,”

put her bloody hand on

“Sangre di mi sangre.”

she turned and hobbled over

going to plunge the blade

for my hand and clasped it

“Sangre di mi sangre.”

to Don Vicari. “These three are now

it is an infamia – and when I die and stand before the Heavenly Father, I will petition Him, the Son, the Virgin, and the Saints to let that man burn for all eternity – even if I have to burn alongside

but, God willing, I will lie in wait on the other side, and at the moment of that man’s death, I will drag him to Hell

pointed at

do not harm anyone gathered here today. I

men all looked at each

they filed out of the

looked at his

his head

Only Don Vicari remained.

glared at

Then turned to Isabella.

may be protected by her blood… but from

trembled and cried, but she remained

is ended. I may not be able to exact my vengeance on your brother, but know this: you and I are enemies from this day forth. I will oppose you at the Council – and I hope your uncle kills you and every one

in an ice-cold

Don Vicari turned

the hatred in Hell blazed in his

he didn’t

right back at

raised my hand, calling his attention to his grandmother’s

my

Bye-bye.

really wanted to give him