Page 113 of Mafia Kings: Valentino

“Can I borrow your phone?” I asked.

Paolo winced. “Sorry, boss. That was the one thing they told me I absolutelycouldnot do.”

I was expecting his answer, but it pissed me off all the same.

“‘They’?” I asked.

“My boss,” he clarified. “Which he got fromhisboss.”

“Isn’t Don Vicari your boss?”

“He’s, like, my boss’s boss’s boss.”

“They’ll never know you loaned it to me,” I said, then added, “What happens in the carstaysin the car, right?”

“Not if they’d chop my dick off if they find out.”

“Can I at least use Google Maps so I can see where the fuck we’re going? I have no idea where Pozzallo is, how big it is, or anything.”

“…yeah… I guess I can do that much. But seriously, don’t go callin’ or texting any chicks, okay?” he said worriedly.

“I won’t,” I grumbled.

Which had been the one thing I reallywantedto do.

I punched in our destination and looked at the map. I saw that Pozzallo was on the southeastern coast of Sicily – a sleepy little beach town, possibly a touristy area.

Then I backtracked along the blue line to see what else we would pass –

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed.

“What?”

“Rosolini’s on the way!”

Paolo gave me a weird look. “So?”

“So my last name is Rosolini! My grandfather came over to Tuscany from Rosolini!”

“Huh,” Paolo said noncommittally.

“Let’s stop by.”

Paolo gave me another look. “It’s just a little town out in the middle of nowhere.”

“Is it far out of the way? It doesn’t look like it from the map.”

“No, it’s maybe a five-minute detour, but – ”

“Then I wanna see it!”

Paolo winced. “But Rocco’s expecting us at eight, boss.”

“I’ll handle Rocco. You just take me to Rosolini.”

“But – ”

“It’s where my familycamefrom. Don Vicari wouldn’t begrudge me this.”

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