Mafia Kings: Valentino: Dark Mafia Romance Series #6

The walk down the aisle was the longest of my entire life.

Like I was heading to my own execution.

But still, I took my place at the altar with Massimo.

The priest was there. So was Ludavica. I knew she was miserable inside, but she had a good poker face.

I looked out at the pews.noveldrama

My brothers, Lars, and their wives and fiancées were sitting on my side of the aisle…

While Don Vicari’s grandmother, his sons and daughters and their families, and his foot soldiers sat on the other.

There wasn’t any music. No organ or piano – not even a recording.

It was just as well.

I was miserable, Ludavica was miserable, and I was pretty sure Isabella wasn’t that happy, either.

Then I heard floorboards creaking.

Don Vicari was at the end of the aisle, walking arm-in-arm with Isabella.

She wore an old-fashioned but pretty white dress and a veil that covered her face.

In her hand was a bouquet of wildflowers.

I was pretty sure Ludavica had picked them.

The last gift she could give the woman she loved…

Before she married someone else.

I couldn’t give Cat a gift…

Unless you counted her freedom from me.

I watched somberly as Isabella and Don Vicari made their way up the aisle.

To my left, I saw movement.

Niccolo was pointing at his face and forcing a toothy grin.

I got the message:

Smile.

I sent him a message of my own with my eyes:

Fuck off, asshole.

Then I turned back to Isabella and Don Vicari.

Everything in me felt heavy and depressed.

The woman in the white dress should’ve been Cat.

Today should have been our wedding.

And the only reason it wasn’t…

Was because I’d fucked it all up.