Page 54 of Surprise Twins for the Mafia Heir

“Are you really that shocked? It seems like a favorite pastime for criminals,” I say with an eye roll. “He’ll be back any second. We’ll knock him out and plant the evidence.”

Nick gawks at me. “You really are a Newton.”

“Shut up,” I hiss.

I rush back inside and prop myself on the floor next to the shredded files. Like clockwork, my dad strolls in with three bags of food.

“Almost like being back home,” he chirps. The door slowly opens and Vinny and Nick ease inside.

“Set them down, Pops, let’s eat,” I say as they inch closer. Vinny pulls out a white cloth and skillfully rushes behind my dad, covering his face. Before he can throw a punch, Nick kicks him in the shin and he buckles. It takes just a few seconds for the chlorophyll to kick in. His body collapses on the floor.

I jump to my feet. “We plant it then call the cops about suspicious activities.”

Nick hesitates. “Wait a minute, what about security cameras? They’ll notice us—”

I cackle at his question. “Obviously, I cut the cameras before I went to the car.” Nick and Vinny gawk at me.

“Who showed you that?” Vinny asks in amazement.

I position my dad so that it looks like he’s sitting up. “When you bounce around cities with criminal parents, you pick up a thing or two.” The files are pulled back in and we plant them around my dad’s unconscious body. I finally breathe a huge sigh of relief. Vinny, Nick, and I rush out and make it back to the motel in record time.

“I’ll be at the bar and make the call,” Nick grumbles. “This was…quite the eventful night.” I expect to be exhausted but for some odd reason, my body is burning with desire.

Vinny pulls me into his arms, kissing me. “That really was hot back there.”

“Is that so?” I ask as I kiss him back roughly. I straddle him and pull my t-shirt up. Sweat drenches us. Then, I reach into Vinny’s pants, pulling out his member. His fire is tantalizing as he rips the rest of my clothes off. Despite the nausea of the past months, I feel relieved to know that my life is about to start over for the better. The moonlight shines through the dusty blinds of the motel, lighting our room softly.

Vinny pulls my face closer to his, making his kisses slower.

“I love you,” I mutter, and Vinny goes wild, increasing his speed. I continue to roll my hips as pleasure drives me crazy. It’s the best way to end our wild night. In the distance, I hear cop sirens and it makes me smile.

The next few weeks are torture. The news of my dad’s crime comes to light and he’s immediately arrested. Of course, a lot of people connected to him get questioned, including Vinny. The police are swift and hold him for hours. Afterwards, all he has the energy for is sleep. There’s no getting through to him and it's nauseating.

“Men are hard to prod when they’re stressed,”my mom used to tell me when my dad would be on the run from cops and drug lords. According to my mother, she had her fair share of lifeless, awful relationships and every time she could, she’d dump her past on me. I had no choice but to listen to her harp on about my dad and his affairs.

While Vinny and I had a rocky start, he was nothing like my mom’s old flings. Or my dad. He’s passionate and cares for his family. He took a risk to make sure he could keep our family safe.

We’ve eventually settled in a rental until things get sorted. After I have my morning coffee, I figure I am alone but the door flies open. Vinny files in with tired eyes. Nick is right behind him.

“How was it?” I ask, hoping to get confirmation that we’re in the clear.

Nick shrugs. “I think we’re still on the bad side,” he confirms. Vinny shuffles over to the couch without a word. My mind searches for the right words, but I draw a blank. If I remember any of the advice my mom gave my twelve-year-old self, it is to accept long silences.

I take Vinny’s hand and kiss it gently. Even though his shoulders relax slightly, he still has worry written all over his face.

“Tomorrow’s court day is my last chance,” he says.

I squeeze his hand “You have nothing to worry about,” I reply. Telling him how solid our plan is won’t alleviate his stress. He needs to know that his life will be able to go on after all this chaos is over.

“I really hope you’re right,” he whispers as he lays his head on my shoulder. “Can you come to the last appearance?”

I nod. I don’t want to miss it, but I wonder how it will play out with my dad potentially seeing me.

“What about my dad?” I ask.

Vinny chuckles. “What’s he going to do?” Vinny relaxes again, kissing me on the cheek. “You’re my family, Rosa. I need you with me at all times.”

I will always stand by my true family, and I am determined to see justice served for all the traumas my dad caused me and my children.

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