Page 9 of Wanted Twins with the Mafia Boss

CHAPTER 5

Chiara

My heart thuds louder in my chest as I see Matteo in the doorway. His grin only makes me more unnerved, just like the glint in his eyes.

What is he up to? Is he going to kill me?

Right behind him, I can see his men. They’re watching me carefully, their hands hovering over their weapons.

I shift a little, but it’s impossible to get comfortable on this old, hard bed when I’m cuffed to the headboard. Even if I wasn’t, there’d be nowhere for me to go.

The room doesn’t have any windows, and I can see another door that leads to a small bathroom, but I doubt I’d find a way to escape there either.

“Do you know why you and them,” his gaze rakes over my stomach, “are still alive? Because I need you formy plan. So you better be useful, or I’m going to kill you.”

I swallow hard. It’s a good thing that he needs me, even though I don’t really want to help him. But it’s not like I have a choice.

Maybe I wouldn’t have cared about my life as much, but I’ll do anything to protect my babies. Anything. They’re the most important thing in my life right now. Everything else comes second.

“Do you understand?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Good.” He smiles again, and then he heads outside.

The door closes, and I hear the lock click.

I let out a sigh of relief. Maybe I don’t know much about Matteo, but I know he’s dangerous. He’s keeping me cuffed just because he wants to.

I can’t imagine he’s worried I’d do something. It’s just about keeping me scared and showing me that my life is in his hands now.

For now, I have to play along. And when the time comes... then I’ll act. All I need is one small chance. I hope I’ll get it.

When a group of Matteo’s men enter the room—four of them—I tense. But one of them uncuffs me and another one places a big black box on the bed next to me.

I rub my wrist as I stare at them, my insides clenching with anxiety because I have no idea what they’re about to do.

They step away from the bed, and Matteo strolls into the room. A smile curves his lips, and I already hate it. I wish I could punch him or just shoot him.

“Open the box,” he says. “Then put the dress on. In the bathroom. And come right back.”

I stare into his eyes, but I can’t tell what he’s thinking or feeling. Why would he want me to wear a dress? What the hell? Are we going somewhere? Has he arranged a meeting with Adriano?

The thought of Adriano makes my chest hurt. If only he were with me right now, and not Matteo.

I want to ask Matteo a billion questions, but I don’t. Even if I asked something, I’m sure he wouldn’t give me a straightforward answer. And I really need to use the bathroom because it’s been too long.

I open the box and pull out a fluffy red dress. It’s weird, but I take it with me to the bathroom. Just as I expected, there are no windows in here either. Not even a mirror. But at least there’s a toilet and a sink.

I splash some waterover my face first. What if everything that’s happening somehow affects my babies? I have to stay as strong and calm as possible, but what if I can’t? The whole situation is impossibly stressful.

I place my hand over my stomach, caressing gently.

“You’ll be fine,” I whisper.

Once I’m done and dressed, I take a deep breath before going out and facing Matteo. I can’t think about something happening to me and the babies. I have to believe we’ll get out of here and away from Matteo.

“Come here,” he says as soon as he sees me.

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