Mafia Kings: Massimo: Dark Mafia Romance Series #3

Lucia was smart.

She was also a bitch –

But she was smart, I’d give her that.

She’d deduced the one inconvenient fact behind the entire shitshow of the last 24 hours:

That ultimately, my brothers and I were the reason behind everything that had happened.

The attack on the palazzo…

The kidnappers at the university…

The two of us being forced to go on the lam.

Now, I took it for granted that murder and mayhem were just part of being in the Cosa Nostra.

(And of having treacherous relatives, although that was a different matter.)

The Widow certainly didn’t seem to blame us for bringing a war to her doorstep…

But I couldn’t deny what Lucia had said.

There was a 99% chance that none of this would have ever happened if I hadn’t flown to Venice yesterday morning.

So I could understand Lucia being angry…

But I was angry, too.

I’d risked my life any number of times to save both her and her grandmother.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

But…

That argument didn’t hold much water when it was me who had put them in danger in the first place.

I didn’t feel bad about that. Like I said – part of being in the Cosa Nostra.

The Widow knew the risks and the downsides.

And Fausto and Aurelio were ultimately the ones to blame.

But it wasn’t like I could feign total innocence in all of this.

Still, Lucia’s attitude rankled me…

Maybe because I knew she was right. Or at least partially right.

One good thing about her figuring it out, though:

She didn’t talk to me for the next two hours. Not even to complain.

So there was a huge upside to her being a bitch, for once.