Page 296 of Mafia Kings: Valentino

But the chapel was deserted…

So I kept going.

When I opened the door and walked inside, I glanced around and winced.

I’d fucked Valentino there, standing up…

And there against the wall…

And there on the floor.

Not that the memories were bad.

Far from it. In fact, they were incredibly hot.

But considering where we’ddoneit, I was mortified.

I checked the confession box where I was planning to hide.

Nothing inside but a wooden seat and a threadbare velvet cushion.

I had a little time, so I figured I better cover all my bases and apologize.

I went to the front of the church, stood beside the table full of prayer candles, and looked up at the stained glass window.

Jesus’s face was raised in agony to the sky. The Virgin Mary looked equally in pain.

It felt like they were averting their eyes from the horrible sinner.

“I amsosorry about yesterday,” I whispered.“Pleaseforgive me.”

I crossed myself and started for the confessional –

Then turned back and whispered, “And if you could,pleasehelp me pull this off. Amen.”

Suddenly, I heard voices outside: two men calling to one another.

“There’s nobody out here.”

“Check inside anyway.”

My eyes nearly bugged out of my head.

THEY’RE EARLY!

But I hadn’t heard any cars –

And the wedding wasn’t supposed to be until noon!

“Shit!” I hissed, then glanced back over at my shoulder at Jesus and Mary and whispered, “Sorry!”

Then I started tiptoeing as fast as I could for the confession box.

One of the men’s voices suddenly called out in alarm, “Hey – the door’s open!”

SHIT!

There was no way I was going to make it to the confessional in time.

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