Page 8 of Wanted Twins with the Mafia Boss

“Which part of what I just said wasn’t clear enough?” I press my lips into a tight line.

“I’ll tell him you’re not coming.” The guy swallows hard before bowing his head and leaving.

I sigh. It’s pathetic. Everyone is terrified of my father, and it’s not a surprise. This guy and a few others had the misfortune of meeting him once and he flipped out on them because they wouldn’t follow his orders.

I hired them, but they still looked confused for a moment. Their sorry asses should be happy I let them stay with me instead of getting rid of them right there and then.

The main reason I let my father meet them was because I thought it would make him happy to know I was doing something on my own. But I made him believe it was only those few guys and not more. It’s better if he doesn’t know about the others.

A few moments later, my phone buzzes in my pocket. My father’s number flashes on the screen. I bet he’s trying to track me down, but I’ve already taken care of everything to make sure he can’t do that. And I won’t answer.

I grab my phone and reject his call. Then I block his number.

He’s going to be furious. Actually, he’s probably already fuming with rage. Me refusing to do his bidding, despite everything, makes him angry. He’ll throw his phone at the wall and scream at one of his men. Maybe he’ll punch something.

How do I know? Because I was there when something similar happened. And I was young and dumb enough to ask him what was wrong after he hurled his phone across the room and it fell apart after smashing into the wall.

I instinctively touch my neck because I can still feel his hands around my throat, squeezing so hard that I thought he was going to kill me. It took a while for the bruises to fade away, and I had to hide them from everyone.

“Cover those up. They’re ugly,” he said when he saw them.

Adriano was teasing me for wearing turtleneck sweaters all of a sudden when it was way too warm for those. But I didn’t want to tell him what had happened. If my father said something was embarrassing, then I treated it as such too.

How fucking dumb I was. I should’ve cut my ties with him a long time ago. Maybe now I’d be evenmore successful than Adriano. How could I have thought, even for a second, that my father would finally treat me right?

I turn off my phone and open the video of Adriano from the graveyard.

The desperation in his eyes... The helplessness... as he waited to see if the woman strapped with a bomb was his precious Chiara.

What the fuck is wrong with him? He literally has everything, and yet, he’s come completely undone.

For a woman.

That’s just insane.

There are so many women out there. Fuck, I’m sure he could find one that looks exactly like Chiara. She’s not even special. She’s a regular woman. I’ve seen plenty of women with dark brown hair and eyes who are hotter than her.

What Adriano sees in her is a mystery, and he doesn’t even know she’s pregnant, which makes the whole thing weirder.

If I were him, I would’ve just found someone else. If he’s so into her, he can pay someone to pretend to be her or even turn into her.

But if he didn’t care, this wouldn’t be so fun.

I replay the video one more time and then I get to my feet. It’s time to visit my prisoner. Maybe she’ll beon board with my plan without me needing to do anything, or maybe she won’t. We’ll see.

Adriano seems desperately in love with her, but what does she feel for him? Is she with him out of fear? Because she wants his money? Something else?

I couldn’t care less.

She’ll give me exactly what I need, and I don’t give a fuck if her smile will be real or fake when she’s doing it.

I stride down the hallway, pass by my guards, and unlock the door to the room where she is. Her wide, terrified eyes lift to me, but there’s something else in them too.

Anger. It’s simmering under the surface as she stares at me.

There’s only a bed in the room, and she’s cuffed to it.

“You’re going to do exactly as I say.” I give her a big smile. “Or you can say bye-bye to your precious babies.”

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