Page 12 of Wanted Twins with the Mafia Boss

I’m right.

It’s Matteo who’s behind Chiara’s kidnapping. Allon his own.

“I don’t want anything from you,” I say as I get up.

“I understand you’re upset right now. We can talk about this some other time, once your wife is safely back with you. Sit down. I’m going to tell you where Matteo is. You need to show him that you’re better than him.”

I sit back down, but only because I know he won’t tell me anything otherwise. “Why should I believe anything you say? Matteo is your son.”

“So are you.”

“He’s your flesh and blood. You’ve been working with him this whole time, and you abandoned me.”

What does he expect? That I’m just going to forget that important detail?

“I didn’t abandon you, son. I gave you everything you needed to become who you were supposed to be. I set you up for success. And it worked. Look at you. You have everything you could’ve ever dreamed of. Tell me I’m wrong.” The glint in his eyes makes the whole thing sound worse.

He’s so proud of himself. It’s mind-boggling.

“But Matteo is a different story,” he continues, his eyes darkening. “He let his jealousy and your success cloud his judgment. He’s nowhere near as good as you are.”

“And you don’t realize that’s your fault? You always pitted us against each other.”

Gennaro shakes his head. “You were always like that, ever since I brought you home. But that’s because only one can remain in the end. One of you is supposed to get it all. The best one, and that’s you.”

I gape at him. “Are you saying you’d let me kill your own son?”

Because if not, then I don’t know what he’s talking about. Matteo is never going to step away and let me take his birthright.

“If Matteo is so weak he gets himself killed, then so be it.” He waves at the waitress. “Pen and paper.”

The waitress places a notepad and a pen on the table a moment later. Gennaro takes it and scribbles down something. He rips out a small sheet of paper and pushes it across the table toward me.

It’s an address.

I frown at him.

“Matteo’s favorite safe house. He’s probably there,” he says.

“It’s a trap.” I don’t see how it could be anything else.

“That’s for you to figure out. I don’t know what Matteo is thinking. He might be expecting this.” Gennaro shrugs. “You’re smart. Don’tworry.”

I pocket the address and get up. Gennaro smiles at me, and I stride away from him with my guards. What the fuck is going on?

I know Matteo and Gennaro have been together. There have been no fights between them that I know of. At least not big enough to cause such a rift, so what is happening? Is Matteo really doing something on his own? Or is it all a trap for me?

Matteo and Gennaro’s relationship has never been the best, but Matteo has Gaviani blood in his veins. And yeah, all I wanted was to show them that I didn’t need them and that I could do everything on my own. I wanted to be better than Matteo, but hearing Gennaro’s praise feels empty.

I don’t care about any of that anymore. And if it’s true what Gennaro just told me, I’m disgusted. Instead of supporting us both, which is what he should’ve done if he wants to call himself our father, he wants us to try to kill each other to see who prevails.

Then he’ll focus his attention on the winner. Hell, maybe he sent Matteo into this, promising him that if he kills me, he’ll finally get everything he wants.

It’s sick, and I’m glad I didn’t have to spend any time with him after I turned eighteen. If I did, maybe I’d be like Matteo. Just angry and willing to do anything for Gennaro’s attention and approval.

But it doesn’t matter. I’ll check the address. If it’s a trap, I’ll figure it out. Getting my wife back is the only thing I care about.

My men have checked everything, and the address Gennaro has given me exists. The house is huge, and as my men and I are closing in, I spot two guards.

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