Page 241 of Mafia Kings: Valentino

Isabella rolled her eyes and pointed at the hotel side entrance. “Go get dressed in there.”

I glanced at the suitcase with Paolo’s corpse inside. “And leave that out here withyou?”

“Just go!” Isabella snapped as she shoved me towards the door.

Huh.

She could be tough when she was mad.

Inside the stairwell, I stripped off the newly bought clothes and put on my old ones. Then I came out and handed the new clothes to Isabella.

“Lu will take care of these,” she said. “Nowgo.”

“What about the distraction?”

“I’mhandling that,” Isabella said. “Now GO!”

Ludavica took the clothes and walked quickly in the opposite direction.

I crossed the street towards the Mediterranean, pulling the suitcase behind me.

A group of tourists were heading right for me – an older group in their 60s.

I was sweating bullets –

Until Isabella screamed in Italian, “HELP ME! PLEASE, HELP ME!”

The tourists all stared across the street. I could hear them muttering in German.

“Was ist los?”

“Warum schreit sie?”

I glanced over my shoulder –

And saw Isabella step out under a street lamp with blood smeared all over her face.

JESUS.

I knew it was a ploy –

And yet she looked so fucked-up, I almost ran to help her myself.

The tourists gasped. One of the women screamed.

Then they dashed across the street to help.

Good job, Isabella.

I kept going –

Until I reached steps that led down to the sea.

The waves were crashing on the rocks below as I scanned the water.

PLEASE God, don’t let anybody be swimming right now.

You’d have to be a fucking idiot to be down there in the darkness –

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