Page 103 of Mafia Kings: Valentino

“And Paris, and London, and Barcelona, and New York, and Los Angeles, and Zurich, and – ”

“Oh my God!” Isabella exclaimed –

Then her eyes grew wide. She clapped a hand over her mouth and looked back guiltily.

I glanced around to seeallthe women giving her the stink-eye –

Except the dark-haired servant girl, who was having a hard time suppressing a smile.

Huh…

“You’ve been everywhere!” Isabella whispered in awe.

“Not even close,” I said. “I haven’t been to Africa, or Asia, or Australia, or South America – ”

“But I haven’t beenanywhere,”she said mournfully. “I’ve only read about them.”

“And seen them in movies,” I added.

She didn’t say anything.

“And seen them in movies – right?” I prodded.

“Papa won’t let me watch television.”

WHAT… THE ACTUAL… FUCK.

Don Vicari was a fuckingmonster.

“Okay,that’sgot to change,” I said, shaking my head in astonishment.

“Papa doesn’t like change,” she said apologetically.

“I’m starting to realize that.”

I looked behind me again –

And noticed the servant girl was staring at me.

When our eyes met, she quickly looked away.

I stepped in closer towards Isabella. “What’s with you and – ”

“Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!” the Sicilian women started yelling at me –

All except the servant girl, who looked amused.

“What?!What?!”I yelled back at the women.

Isabella winced. “You should probably keep an arm’s distance between us at all times.”

Holy fucking –

“Alright – ALRIGHT!” I yelled at the women as I stepped back. “There! Happy?!”

They stopped shouting, but every single woman was giving me the stink-eye now –

Except for the servant girl, who had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing.

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