Page 95 of Mafia Kings: Valentino

Nah, I’m gonna fuck whoever I want, you old mafia son of a bitch.

That was a good way to wind up like his deadconsigliere.

Normally, I would’ve been angry.

This wasn’t exactly the‘Bang all the kitchen girls in Sicily you want on the side’situation Niccolo had promised.

But I was so heartsick over Caterina, I couldn’t even think about any other women.

All I wanted was her.

Actually, I was more pissed that Vicari had taken my phone away than I was about him threatening me to stay faithful.

Without my phone, there was nowayI could contact Caterina.

But Vicari wasn’t finished.

“Also, my daughter is a virgin,” he warned, “and she’ll remain a virgin until her wedding night.”

I wanted to say,When I fuck her, you don’t want me to pull out, right?

But again, I didn’t want a punch to the face or a bullet to the back of my head.

“Of course,” was all I said.

Don Vicari nodded, then went back to staring at the back of the driver’s seat.

We rode the rest of the way in silence, which was fine by me.

For about the thousandth time since landing in Sicily, I wished to God I had taken Dario up on his deal.

Because right about now, I could have been taking Caterina to bed as my wife…

Instead of riding in a car with a fucking psychopath.

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The highway followed the coast and eventually headed up into the hills. Soon we took a smaller highway farther up into the mountains.

The view was gorgeous – especially the sparkling blue of the Mediterranean behind us.

Cat would have loved to have seen this,I thought bitterly.

As far as I knew, she’d never seen the Mediterranean.

And now I’ll never get to take her.

Thirty minutes later, we took an off-ramp into nowhere. There were only a few scattered villages along the two-lane road. Everything else was rolling hills that went on for miles, full of scrub brush, boulders, and a few cedar trees here and there. Occasionally you would see a crumbling stone building, probably 200 years old, that the inhabitants had abandoned.

Then things got worse.

The road narrowed to one lane with a stomach-churning drop on one side. If there hadn’t been metal guardrails, it would’ve been incredibly easy to just go sailing off the cliff.

Thank God there wasn’t any traffic coming in the opposite direction. I had no idea how they would have gotten past us.

The road itself was awful. Chunks of asphalt were broken away, and there were potholes everywhere. The ride became a series of jarring bumps as the caravan continued.

Finally, after 25 minutes of driving out into the middle of nowhere, I saw what looked like a large stone building in the distance. It was surrounded by tall, skinny cedars and had a sloped roof of rounded clay tiles.

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