Page 13 of Wanted Twins with the Mafia Boss

I motion for my men to hide behind the trees. Matteo’s guards have no clue what’s coming. They’re just casually strolling around, and there aren’t many of them, probably so they wouldn’t draw too much attention.

Excitement rushes through me. Is this really it? Is he here with my wife? I motion to my men, and they swiftly move forward.

A few moments later, I see one of the guards fall to the ground. The other one is no longer in sight, but one of my men waves at me.

I hurry forward, keeping my gun up in case more of Matteo’s men pop out from somewhere. Just because we can’t see them and couldn’t detect them earlier when Rocco was checking out the place doesn’t mean there isn’t a hidden exitsomewhere.

I race through the open gate. My men are at the front door, which is wide open.

“Sir, all the guards are down. The house is empty.”

Empty? My heart sinks. She’s not here. My wife isn’t here.

Fuck! I kick out at the empty air, cursing under my breath.

“I think they were here recently,” one of my men says as he appears in the doorway.

“But they’re not here anymore, and we don’t know where they are!” I snap.

Was this Matteo’s game? Gennaro’s too? Maybe all they want is to see me suffer. Gennaro didn’t ask me about Chiara and he didn’t say anything about me getting shot.

Why didn’t he tell me how disappointed he was in me? Are they both somewhere together and laughing at me? Watching me from yet another fucking camera? Unless Matteo never really told him all the details, or Gennaro didn’t believe him.

I stride inside the house. If they were here, then maybe there’s some kind of clue about where they might have gone. Maybe there’s something to help me figure out if Chiara is okay.

As I enter the first room, I crease my brow. Empty coffee cups and half eaten food is still on the table. Adiscarded food wrapper lies on the floor. The chairs are pulled out in a haphazard manner.

It looks like they all left in a hurry. Someone must’ve tipped them off I was coming. But who was it? Gennaro? Maybe he had a change of heart and doesn’t want his son dead after all. I don’t know what games they’re playing and I don’t give a damn.

I have to find Chiara, so I look for a bedroom. As I enter, I spot something peeking out from the nightstand drawer. Photographs.

I pull them out and take a closer look.

What the fuck?

I stare at the photos, unblinking, because I can’t believe my eyes. It’s Chiara and Matteo. She’s wearing some stupid red dress and she’s smiling next to Matteo. I look at the next photo. It’s the two of them on the bed. Kissing?

Fuck!

I grind my teeth. What is that sick son of a bitch doing with her? Why did he take those photos? Probably so he could leave them here on purpose and have me find them.

I toss the photos away. Getting to Chiara is now more important than ever. Who knows what he’s doing to her right now? What if he’s forcing her to...

I don’t even want to think about it becauseit makes my blood boil. I clench and unclench my fists. But letting anger take me over now isn’t going to help me find my wife. I have to stay in control of myself and my emotions. It’s the only way I’ll be able to save her, but I’m running out of time.

I pull the drawer completely open, nearly yanking it completely out. Another sheet of paper catches my eye.

No. What the fuck is that?

An article about fatherhood? As I lift it, my gaze falls on the ultrasound photos and a pregnancy test under it. Matteo wroteour twinsunder the image.

I sit down on the bed, staring at the test and the images. This has to be another trick. Matteo wants me to believe my wife is pregnant with his twins? What sick fuckery is this?

But what if it’s true?

What if everything else was a trick and this is real?

I rake my hand through my hair.

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