GoodNovelMafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 82 Cat returned in record twith her suitcase - and my bundled-up clothes.
After she handed them to me, I said, "You gotta go now, babe. Please, just find the nearest taxi and get the hell out of Ortigia." "When am I going to see you again?!" Cat asked frantically.
"Alessandra will tell you. Now GO." I kissed her passionately - Maybe for the last tever - And pushed her gently away.
Cat looked back over her shoulder as she walked down the street.
I stared after her, feeling like my entire life was slipping away...
Until she went around a corner and was gone.
"You didn't mention she was so pretty," Isabella said quietly.
"Not something I wanted to discuss with my fiancée," I snarled.
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 with you?" "Just go!" Isabella snapped as she shovedtowards 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 cout and handed the new clothes to Isabella.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Lu will take care of these," she said. "Now go." "What about the distraction?" "I'm handling 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- 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 - But the world was full of fucking idiots.
And I was about to becthe poster boy for them.
Luckily, no one was in the water.
I started down the metal stairs.
The suitcase clacked loudly as the wheels hit each step.
I prayed no one would hear it over Isabella's screaming.
I reached the bottom and stepped out onto the nearest rocks.
They were slick and slimy with algae, and I struggled to keep my balance as water crashed over my shoes and pants.
I glanced up above me.
There wasn't anybody along the walkway.
It was now or never.
I grunted and dragged the suitcase - And stepped off into the water.
Cool water soaked my pants.
I didn't go deep - only up to my thighs before my shoes hit the rocky bottom.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIsabella had been right about the suitcase: the air trapped inside caused it to be a little buoyant.
It didn't float, exactly, but it was easier to pull through the water.
I trudged across the seafloor until I was neck-deep - Then started swimming.
It was a fucking struggle.
The suitcase was heavy enough that it keptunderwater.
I would drag the bag out as far as I could until my lungs were burning - Then kick to the surface for a quick gasp of air before heading back down.
I'd flail around in the darkness until I found the suitcase handle, then start all over again.
Every tI went up to breathe, I would check to see if anyone on the street was watching.
I didn't see anyone, so I kept going.
My tenth tunderwater, I reached the boulders that formed the breakwater around the swimming area.
I knew the water was deeper because it took longer to find the bag. Plus, my ears hurt from the pressure.
I couldn't leave Isabella alone much longer, so I shoved the suitcase underneath the edge of the largest boulder.
It was a lot harder than it sounds since I did it all blind.
I opened my eyes at the end. They stung in the saltwater - But there wasn't much point. All I could see were a bunch of blurry shapes in the semi-darkness.
At least I could tell the black suitcase blended in with the base of the boulder.
I felt for the zipper, found it, yanked it to the side -
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