Page 155 of Mafia Kings: Valentino

Even though I’d had to do whatever Dario said, I had a shit-ton more freedom back home.

I thought of Niccolo again angrily. It had all started with him – his fucking plan to marry me off –

And yet someone else had gone around him.

“You said Alessandra helped you?” I asked Cat.

“Mm-hm,” she murmured, still blissed out from the sex.

But I had questions, and very little time to get the answers.

“How?”

“She asked her grandmother for help.”

Holy shit.

Her grandmother – who Alessandra didn’t even know about just a few months ago – was part of theCosa Nostrafamily that ran Genoa. The Oldanis.

Ifshewas helping Alessandra go around Dario’s orders –

That wascrazy.

IfIdid that, I might get thrown out of the family for betrayal.

If one of our foot soldiers did it, they would be executed.

I doubted Dario would do either to Alessandra – hedefinitelywouldn’t kill her –

But other mafia dons would have, no question.

Don Vicari wouldn’t have hesitated.

However, divorce was probably on the table. If Dario and Alessandra stayed married, it would be the end of him ever trusting her again.

In addition, Signora Oldani was risking a war with our family by interfering.

I was pretty sure Dario wouldn’t go that far…

But Niccolo might.

After all,hewas the one being humiliated without knowing it.

Savage glee bubbled up inside me.

Fucker!

Too bad I couldn’t ever taunt him about it since it would endanger Alessandra.

“But how did Alessandra’s grandmother get in touch with Paolo?” I asked.

“That’s the guy’s name?” Cat asked sleepily. “Paolo?”

“Yeah.”

Cat shrugged, her eyes still closed. “Alessandra just said her grandmother knew people in different families.”

“And Signora Oldani paid Paolo?”

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