Page 102 of Mafia Kings: Valentino

“How about you tell me your favorite place you’ve visited?” I asked.

“I’ve been to Palermo a couple of times.”

“No, I mean, like, outside of Sicily.”

“I’ve never been outside of Sicily.”

“WHAT?!”I shouted.

The entire group of women behind us fell silent –

And two of the foot soldiers reached for their guns.

“It’s cool – it’s fine!” I yelled at them.

The women all looked at me distrustfully –

Especially the darker-haired servant girl, who was walking directly behind Isabella and staring at me intently.

At least the foot soldiers relaxed.

“Jesus,” I muttered, then turned back to Isabella. “Seriously – you’veneverbeen off of Sicily before?”

“No. In fact, I’ve only been off our estate maybe a dozen times in my life.”

“Oh myGod,”I said in shock.

“You shouldn’t do that,” she whispered.

“Do what?”

“Take the name of the Lord in vain.”

Holy fucking SHIT.

I wanted to ask her,Do you KNOW what your father does for a living?!

But I didn’t say anything. I was too surprised.

Isabella whispered, “Not that I care. I don’t. But some of the others are very religious.”

She gestured with her head behind us.

I turned to see a couple of the older women giving me the stink-eye.

Okay, good to know.

“Thanks for the heads-up,” I muttered.

“You’re welcome,” she whispered, then returned to her regular voice. “So, where haveyoubeen?”

“Lots of places.”

“Like where?” she asked excitedly. “Have you been to Rome?”

I chuckled. “Uh… yeah.”

“Naples?”

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