Page 16 of Wanted Twins with the Mafia Boss

Not knowing what’s going on is driving me crazy, but there’s nothing I can do about that. Matteo will never reveal his plan to me, and there’s no way I’m marrying him.

But maybe I can use this somehow to get free. If I want to escape, I have to get out of this room. There’s nothing in here I could use as a weapon or a tool to help me with my plan.

But if Matteo really wants me to be his wife, then he’ll have to prove to me that I can trust him. I don’t know if he’ll be willing to do that, but I can try. It’s not like I have anythingto lose.

The door swings open just as I’m pacing up and down the room. Matteo is in the doorway, a casual smile on his face. His guards are lurking behind him just like always.

“Have you thought about my offer?” he asks.

“Yeah, but I don’t know you and I don’t trust you. You can promise me whatever you want, but I can’t know if you’ll treat me right.”

“You have my word. I always honor all my contracts.” His gaze holds mine, and I don’t think he’s lying.

“Maybe, but I’m just a pawn to you. You’re using me to play games with Adriano.”

“And all that ends if you accept my terms.”

“And I repeat, I don’t know you. You’re a stranger to me. A stranger who kidnapped me and who keeps me trapped in an empty room.”

He tilts his head. “We can get to know each other better. Over dinner.”

I shrug. “All right.”

If I’m lucky, he won’t want to eat in this room, so he’ll take me somewhere else. Maybe there I’ll find something that can help me escape him. All I need is for him to lower his guard around me. I don’t think he sees me as a threat at all, so I have a good chance.

“See you later then.” He winks at me and leaves the room.

I sigh and sit down on the bed. It’s better if I get some rest. Who knows what will happen at dinner? If I get my chance, I’ll have to take it, no matter the risk.

If not, at least I’ll see something other than this boring room. Matteo thinks I’ll agree to be his wife, but he doesn’t give a damn about any of my needs. He couldn’t even have someone bring a book to me so I’d have something to do.

But it doesn’t matter. Adriano is my husband, and I don’t want or need anyone else.

I sit across from Matteo, eyeing the table. The food smells delicious, and I take a few bites. We have everything—real plates, forks, and knives. I can work with that. But Matteo is watching me too carefully, as if he’s studying my every move.

I have to distract him, but how?

“Why do you hate Adriano so much?” I ask.

“Don’t want to talk about it.”

“Ah, so it’s because you’re just like him.”

His brow furrows. “I’m nothinglike him.”

“No? He also kidnapped me and forced me to marry him.”

“I’m not forcing you to do anything.”

“Coercing then. It feels the same to me.” I glance at the guards, who are to our left.

“If you keep annoying me, I’ll change my mind about marrying you. And then I just might kill you.” His icy-cold gaze lands on mine.

“But why am I annoying you? I’m only asking a simple question. What did Adriano ever do to you? Because from what I heard, you’re the reason he ended up in juvie, so you must have hated him even then.”

His hand closes around his glass so tightly that it’s a wonder nothing breaks. “It’s not that simple. My father would’ve killed me if I’d gotten caught.”

“So you just decided to throw Adriano under the bus and forget about him?” I arch my eyebrows at him.

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