Page 34 of Lured By the Cartel

The look of horror on his face was priceless. "You didn't. You would never."

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. It would make great blackmail material, to be honest."

"Lucas," he growled, though it lacked his usual menace given that he was still swaying with two babies. "Delete it."

"Make me," I challenged, backing away toward the door.

"I would," he gestured to the twins, "but I'm a bit occupied at the moment. However, remember that I know where you sleep."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Try me, amore."

Just then, Matteo let out a loud burp, followed by what sounded suspiciously like a warning sign of an imminent diaper situation. The look of panic that crossed Marco's face was hilarious. I also felt that way sometimes, especially when it happened in unexpected moments.

"Oh no," he muttered, sniffing. "No, no, piccolo, not now..."

"What's wrong, tough guy?" I teased. "Can't handle a little diaper action?"

"Lucas," he said with complete seriousness, "if you help me with this, I'll let you keep the hypothetical video."

I pretended to consider it. "I don't know... that video could be worth a lot to the right people. I don't usually delete evidence."

"I'll make pancakes for breakfast."

"You always make pancakes for breakfast."

"I'll... I'll let you pick the movie tonight."

"Already my turn anyway."

"I'll..." he was cut off by a definite smell starting to fill the room. "I'll do anything, just please help me."

I laughed, finally taking pity on him. He was helpless without me when it came to the babies. "Here, give meAlessandro. You can handle the bomb that Matteo just dropped."

"How do you always know which one it is?" He asked, carefully transferring Alessandro to me.

"Mother's intuition," I replied sagely.

"You're not their mother."

"No, but I'm definitely the more maternal one between us."

He shot me a look as he laid Matteo on the changing table. "I sang them farm animals."

"In two languages, very impressive. Still doesn't make you maternal. There are some things about you that you have to accept."

Marco opened the diaper and immediately recoiled. "Dio mio! What have we been feeding him?"

"The same thing as always," I chuckled, settling into the rocking chair with Alessandro. "You're just being dramatic."

"I've seen crime scenes less horrifying than this," he muttered, but proceeded with the change anyway. "The things I do for love..."

"Are you talking to me or the baby?"

"At this point, I'm not sure anymore." He finished the change with practiced efficiency—a far cry from his fumbling attempts of a few weeks ago. "There, all clean. Was that worth keeping the video?"

"What video?" I asked innocently.

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