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.”

old woman reached into her black

pulled out a stiletto blade,

of what she was

raked the tip across the palm of her hand, opening up a

blood poured down her fingers onto the floor of the chapel, she reached out

di mi sangre,”

her

“Sangre di mi sangre.”

turned and

second, I was afraid she was going to plunge the blade into

and clasped it in hers, covering my

“Sangre di mi sangre.”

to Don Vicari. “These three are now protected. They are sangre di mi

man here causes harm to them, it is an infamia – and when I die and stand before the Heavenly Father, I will petition Him, the Son, the Virgin, and

I know I will die first – but, God willing, I will lie in wait on the other side, and

at the

not harm anyone gathered

at each

they

looked at his father

his head

Only Don Vicari remained.

glared at

Then turned to Isabella.

be protected by her blood… but from this day forth, you

trembled and cried, but

this: you and I are enemies

said in an ice-cold

Vicari turned back

the hatred in Hell blazed in his

didn’t

stared right back

calling his attention to

twiddled my fingers

Bye-bye.

wanted to